devastated
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Wandering around the street
Looking for something to eat
Asking for money
But they didn't give any
The cold, polluted air
Sticks on my hair
Nowhere to stay
I don't know what to say
You remember the night we met?
I wasn't 18 yet.
You said felt like you knew me
And how next to me you felt so groovy.
The second I saw you
I knew you were the one.