I'm sitting in a bar, baby On the
south side of town As the night rolls
on I'm between the lost and found
They all feel like screaming But
nobody makes a sound So many faces and
stories In this lonely part of town
Smoke and whiskey fills the air And
it's getting cold outside They all wanna
run But they know where to hide
At the gamblers table They still
roll the dice "You gotta have luck"
someone says "But luck is a lie"
I know things don't change around here I
know people don't change here I know
the blues don't change here I'm singing
the blues For the lost and found
They all have memories They all wanna
share When you ask about them They
say they just don't care
They all look for mercy And they
are all aware For them there ain't no
place nowhere
I know things don't change around here No,
they don't People don't change here Feelings
don't change here I'm singing the blues
For the lost and found I'm singing these
all blues For you out there people
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