Letras
You Vagabond
Oh you runaway
You love those faded jeans
With the holes and frays
Who chose your name?
Whose hand are you running from?
Tough love tried to save your soul
But you wanted none
His words were much too strong
But what's expected from a broken heart?
Where you gonna go child?
Its much too late now
You see that smoke cloud risin' up
Its your ride; already goodbye
The whistle still cries
She's calling you from the other side
Your bread is not bread
Only crumbs
Your dollar bills no longer fund
Those nights with your cold cold feet
Are you feeling numb?
This is your liberty
It's your freedom
His words were much too strong
But what's expected from a broken heart?
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