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I wish I could see your face |
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It would be a picture |
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I feel nothing now |
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I feel nothing |
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And your eyes light up |
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At the thought of someone |
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Giving you what I should have |
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And the thought of being lonely |
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And the thought of being lonely |
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Oh the thought of being lonely |
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Oh the thought of being lonely |
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She looks nothing like you do |
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If only you could see her now |
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She'd be a picture |
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Hanging on the wall |
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Of some new exhibition |
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Light falls to dark |
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And you think that someone is |
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Taking your place |
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Oh they're taking it |
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And the thought of being lonely |
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And the thought of being lonely |
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Oh the thought of being lonely |
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Oh the thought of being lonely |
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She looks nothing like you do |
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Then she paints |
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She paints her face to suit |
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She looks nothing like you do |
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She looks nothing like you do |
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Then she paints |
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She paints her face to suit |
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She looks on |
