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There is nothing for me
In this City
What a waste of time
Nothing works out at all
Well the road it greets me
Oh so warmly
Though I'm here now
You know I can't stay long
I'm just a wanderers child
Searching for my home
And, there is nothing for me
In this City
What a waste of time
Nothing works out at all
Nothing works out at all
Well just this morning
The sun was shining
On a place where I've never been
So I packed my bags and hit the road again
You know it's not that close
But it's not too far
For a wanderers child
For a vagabond
There is nothing for me
In this City
What a waste of time
Nothing works out at all
