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The morning is dead |
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And the day is, too |
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There's nothing left here to meet me |
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But the velvet moon |
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All my loneliness I have felt today |
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It's like a little more than enough |
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To make a man throw himself away |
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And I continue |
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To burn the midnight lamp |
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Alone |
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Now the smiling portrait of you |
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Is still hangin' on my frowning wall |
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But It really doesn't, really doesn't bother me |
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Too much at all |
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It's just the ever falling dust |
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That makes it so hard for me to see |
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That forgotten earring layin' on the floor |
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Facing coldly towards the door |
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And I continue |
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To burn the midnight lamp |
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Lord, alone |
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Burn |
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Lonely, Lonely, Lonely |
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Loneliness is such a drag |
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So here I sit and pace |
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That same old fireplace |
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Gives rise to the same old explosion |
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Goin' through my mind |
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And soon enough time me tell, |
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About the circus and the wishing well |
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And someone who will buy and sell for me |
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Someone who will toll my bell |
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And I continue |
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To burn the same old lamp |
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Lone |
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Yeah |
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Lightnin', can ya hear me callin' you? |
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So lonely |
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Gonna blow my mind |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Lonely lonely |
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My my |
