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The wind blows Sunday papers by my feet As I walk down this cold and lonely street My hands searched through my pockets for a dime While the memory of you eats away my mind Looking back I see that I was wrong But the road I'm on don't lead me back to home And I can't turn back â??cause everything is gone Yes it's gone And right won't touch a hand that's filled with wrong I was filled with so much jealousy And doubted all the love you had for me But now I see the kind of fool I've been I'll never see the one I love again Looking back I see that I was wrong But the road I'm on don't lead me back to home And I can't turn back â??cause everything is gone Yes it's gone And right won't touch a hand that's filled with wrong Right won't touch a hand that's filled with wrong Aus Songtexte Mania