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There’s a strange little place I like to go when I’m alone and down
It’s out of town in New Orleans
Where the faces shine especially bright when I’m feeling down
Wish I could be there now, New Orleans
The temperature is rising
And I feel my blood boiling in to mud, I wanna go home
Nobody knows how to talk to me and I feel like I’m living alone
Surrounded by no one
There’s a strange little place I like to go when I’m alone and down
Out of town in New Orleans
