| Some boys are filling, some boys are filling the hole
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| They’re making the killing at the top of the billings
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| Their role, and that’s all that they know
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| But some boys don’t listen, some boys don’t listen at all
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| They don’t ask for permission, they lack inhibitions
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| No walls, and they get what they want
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| But some boys don’t know how to love
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| Some boys are singing, some boys are singing the blues
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| Joylessly flinging with the girls that they’re bringing to their rooms
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| And then leave them, they’re through
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| Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone
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| Cause there’s no one that’s keeping them warm through evening
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| They know that they’re on their own
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| Some boys don’t know how to love
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| Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone
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| Some boys are sleeping, some boys are sleeping alone
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| Some boys don’t know how to love
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| They get what they want |