| I’m alone in a box of stone
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| When all is said and done
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| As the wind blows to the East from the West
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| Unto this bed my tears have their solemn rest
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| I am lonely, alone in a box of stone
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| They claimed to love me, but they’re all lying
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| I’ve been lonely, alone in a box of my own
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| And this is the place I now belong
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| It’s my home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home
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| It’s my home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home
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| It wasn’t easy getting used to this; |
| I used to scream
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| That it’s not true, that it’s only when a door is locked
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| That nobody enters
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| Cause mine had been opened till your own demise
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| But none had come, well who am I?
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| What have I done, what have I done?
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| I’ve been lonely, alone in a box of my own
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| They claim to be near me but they’re all lying, it’s not true
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| I’ve been lonely, alone in a box of my own
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| And this is place I now belong
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| It’s my home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home
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| It’s my home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home
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| Friends I have met, lovers have slept and wept
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| Promises to stay had never been kept
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| This bare truth of which most won’t share
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| I hope you share
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| Cause I’ve been lonely, alone in a box of my own
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| They claimed to love me
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| And be near me, but they’re all lying
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| I’ve been lonely, alone in a box of stone
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| And this is the place I now belong
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| It’s my home, home, my home, home, home, home, home, home
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| It’s my home, home, home, home, home, home, home, home |