| I’m in it with the lonesome
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| Road to the main
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| And this distance a long time ago
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| Paved the way
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| So please send me
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| The restless comfort I know
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| Dressed in evening robes
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| Of lonesome linen
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| Oh, it’s a bad, bad day
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| It’s been a while since I’ve had a smile
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| I frown as if it were going out of style
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| Oh, all the while
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| I’m in again with the happy day
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| It made me feel like a remote silhouette
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| I’m okay, it’s okay, I guess
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| I’m in a rut I seem to be stuck
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| I’d struggle but I’m so good at fucking up
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| No, oh, my luck
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| Wise crack, I forgot to laugh
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| I lost track was too busy looking back
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| No, it’s merely a photograph
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| Oh, it’s a bad, bad day
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| I bear with it, think we’re in misery
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| for never fail, you’ll be there for me
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| When I need it
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| I’m caved in I found the perfect sin
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| A pleasure that was a painful obsession
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| Oh, soon I’ll be good again
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| I’m waking up in the surest way
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| Devastating an otherwise perfect day
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| Always, always in love, in love
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| It’s a bad, bad day
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| Always in love, it’s a bad, bad day
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| Always in love, it’s a bad, bad day
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| Always in love, it’s a bad, bad day
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| I’ll be lonely,
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| So long, 'till we meet again. |