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Skies were blue, |
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Pretty too. |
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But the ache in my chest, |
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Just made it seem cruel. |
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Oh oh, oh oh, |
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It's the loneliest of times. |
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They say I, |
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Climbed the stairs, |
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Walked up the hill, |
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And had to catch my breath. |
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Your old house, hadn't changed at all, |
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Oh, to be an animal, scurrying through those halls. |
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Oh oh, oh oh, |
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It's the loneliest of times. |
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You were a lion, |
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I bared my throat for you. |
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I was your songbird, chirpin' out a tune. |
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A fool, a fool... |
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Back home, |
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Over due. |
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Walked on the irons, |
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Just to get to you. |
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House is alive with music & lights. |
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Oh, to be a mirror inside, to catch the sights. |
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Oh oh, oh oh, |
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It's the loneliest of times. |
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Oh oh, oh oh, |
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It's the loneliest of times. |
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Oh oh, oh oh, |
