Karla With A K by Hooters
Freedom has its ups and downs
Walk the streets of lonesome town
Try to find some company
Somebody who will talk to me
Well I'm here all alone
A wind blows home
We'll find it someday
There's no reason to cry
For days gone by
Oh, Karla, we can make it if we try
Hurricanes and Cadillacs
They run you down and don't look back
Oh where can my salvation be
A tender touch to comfort me
But I'm here all alone
A wind blows home
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