| Song | Lonely |
| Artist | American Music Club |
| Album | California |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Well you don't want me to touch you | |
| You just want me to shut up | |
| You don't want me to think what | |
| I'm thinking | |
| Or the devil in my throat to come up | |
| And you get so nervous that everything's a joke | |
| If I have to be this lonely | |
| I may as well be alone | |
| So I go back to my room | |
| To my room by the freeway | |
| I fall onto my bed like snow | |
| Like the cold | |
| I never woke you | |
| And the killing followed me home | |
| Hey what's song you whistling | |
| If I have to be this lonely | |
| I may as well be alone | |
| When you wake up in the morning | |
| You won't remember that anyone was here | |
| And that life is so rewarding | |
| And I guess that you're the grand prize my dear | |
| When you wake up in the morning | |
| You won't remember that anyone was here | |
| If I have to be this lonely | |
| I may as well be alone |
| Well you don' t want me to touch you | |
| You just want me to shut up | |
| You don' t want me to think what | |
| I' m thinking | |
| Or the devil in my throat to come up | |
| And you get so nervous that everything' s a joke | |
| If I have to be this lonely | |
| I may as well be alone | |
| So I go back to my room | |
| To my room by the freeway | |
| I fall onto my bed like snow | |
| Like the cold | |
| I never woke you | |
| And the killing followed me home | |
| Hey what' s song you whistling | |
| If I have to be this lonely | |
| I may as well be alone | |
| When you wake up in the morning | |
| You won' t remember that anyone was here | |
| And that life is so rewarding | |
| And I guess that you' re the grand prize my dear | |
| When you wake up in the morning | |
| You won' t remember that anyone was here | |
| If I have to be this lonely | |
| I may as well be alone |
| Well you don' t want me to touch you | |
| You just want me to shut up | |
| You don' t want me to think what | |
| I' m thinking | |
| Or the devil in my throat to come up | |
| And you get so nervous that everything' s a joke | |
| If I have to be this lonely | |
| I may as well be alone | |
| So I go back to my room | |
| To my room by the freeway | |
| I fall onto my bed like snow | |
| Like the cold | |
| I never woke you | |
| And the killing followed me home | |
| Hey what' s song you whistling | |
| If I have to be this lonely | |
| I may as well be alone | |
| When you wake up in the morning | |
| You won' t remember that anyone was here | |
| And that life is so rewarding | |
| And I guess that you' re the grand prize my dear | |
| When you wake up in the morning | |
| You won' t remember that anyone was here | |
| If I have to be this lonely | |
| I may as well be alone |