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Vacancy in a burned out frat You're an empty stare from a vagrant cat You're a vagabond Bag is packed and you move along Mona came from the sea Caught land gracefully Night is cold but you know it felt so free Camped up in a graveyard Took a job to clean some tombstones Like lovers in a shadow of a crooked dream It's a long, hard day at a work They called you mad for singing Oh, do you remember when you blew away? The wind rolls through the trees It's neither faith nor warm The sun has set when you come to find me there Frozen in a ditch Cold, deep stare like a cat And we'll move along Sean Pierre came from the roads His artwork remains unsold He holds such a heavy load You know it's so far gone He tells me he can hack it In his old black leather jacket Keep a hold on to your strangest We're rollin' home When you meet him at the train station He was dressed to the nines Things are changing now, we move along Vacancy in a burned out frat You're an empty stare from a vagrant cat You're a vagabond Suitcase packed and you move along You'll move along You'll move along You'll move along You'll move along
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