| You sit in your room, and you talk to the wall
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| You’re feeling small but still have a ball
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| And you can’t explain what’s anyway in vain
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| And you paint your face and dress in black
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| Wear your shades and still can’t express
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| The way you feel about a lousy fill
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| And you dance until the morning
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| All by yourself
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| And somehow you know
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| You’re not alone
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| And you dance until the morning
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| All by yourself
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| And somehow you know
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| You’re not alone
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| You’re playing pool against yourself
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| And you look at your watch
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| At a quarter to twelve
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| And you still didn’t win against yourself
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| You think it’s time to quit the game
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| Maybe change your name and search for fame
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| And you still have a ball and you don’t care after all
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| And they catch you hiding in a love affair
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| And you know again
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| You’re not alone
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| And they catch you hiding in a love affair
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| And you know again
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| You’re not alone
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| God ain’t jive and I can feel his love
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| Run through the strings of my guitar
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| Just watch out and see what it’s all about
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| And still I stand my foot in my hand
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| Talking to my wall and still don’t care at all
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| Just having a ball
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| And heavy after all
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| I’ve borrowed your time I’m sorry I called
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| Forget what I’ve said
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| But remember
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| You’re not alone
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| I’ve borrowed your time I’m sorry I called
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| Forget what I’ve said
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| But remember
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| You’re not alone |