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Poor little girl born to a modern world |
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Lonely, lonely |
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Teenage angst ridden tried to make herself heard |
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Lonely, lonely |
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From a one horse town to a burg twice the size |
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From being safe and sound to getting cramped in a lie |
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It felt real easy so she started to snitch |
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But the bitchin' came around, threw her right down the ditch |
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Never imagined it could turn out so wrong |
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Lonely, lonely |
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Nobody listens 'cause the story's too long |
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Lonely, lonely |
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She tried to get by to her own little tune |
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Can't shoot Prozac with a needle and a spoon |
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Fell flat on her face crawled on her hands and her knees |
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Tried to make friends with her enemies |
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She thinks she's got it |
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She's got it way outta line |
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Now she's got the attention |
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If only she weren't so lonely |
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She thinks she's got it |
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She's got it way outta line |
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And now she's got the attention |
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If only she weren't so lonely |
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Lonely, lonely |
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Lonely, yeah, lonely |
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Yeah, lonely, lonely |
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Lonely, lonely |
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Yeah, lonely, yeah, lonely, yeah |
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Lonely, yeah, lonely, yeah |
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Lonely, yeah, lonely, yeah |
