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The fun is gone and I'm lonely again |
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I've work at nine and it's quarter to ten |
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I feel my heart put to the test |
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I see my life, I've made a mess |
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But miles and miles of lines |
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Are left to follow |
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Wonder what or where I'll be tomorrow |
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Don't ask me how I got this way |
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I see it growing every day |
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Mr. Jones is in command now |
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Everything I do is not up to me |
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Mr. Jones is who I am now |
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Don't let him get to you |
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He's taken over me |
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Tears and sweat join and run down my face |
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Terror striking all over the place |
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And all the ones I've loved so much |
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Have gone away, they're out of touch |
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But still there's miles of lines |
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Left to follow |
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Take me through the light |
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If there's tomorrow |
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My eyes are red, they turn to blue |
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And it's too bad to be true |