Turn Left

Once I thought I knew where I came from

Now fogging up a blur I can't recall

How many times have I been here before

Could this be my birth town

Now as I am searching for a soul

Crossing country looking for a real job

Nothing seems to suit me no

Guess I'll keep doing what I did before

Walking down the stairs

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On the corner

I turn, I turn left

Looking out at the waves

I could stand here for ten more days

Crushing stones with my toes

That woman looking at me

Could she be my relative, oh

Would she be my best friend, oh

Wonder if she's seen me here before

Walking down the stairs

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On the corner

I turn, I turn left