| I went into the loneliness house,
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| Went on in and I locked the door,
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| Seen a lot of trouble when I was out and about,
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| I might not come out no more.
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| Pulled down the shades in the loneliness house,
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| I don’t like it when the light’s too bright,
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| People in the neighborhood, I seen 'em shout,
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| «You're right down the street from Love and Delight.»
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| Sometimes my baby gets so sad,
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| She stopped by the other day,
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| I wouldn’t answer and she got mad,
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| She said, «When you gonna come back out and play?»
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| Like an old grizzly down in his den,
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| Snorting and growling and turning about,
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| Maybe if I smell Spring on the wind,
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| I might think about coming back out.
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| It gets pretty quiet in the loneliness house,
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| There is trouble in the city, everybody screaming,
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| Once in a while I look out,
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| And it seems like you’re just better off dreaming.
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| It gets kind of lonely in the loneliness house,
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| But the rain will freeze and the sun will scorch,
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| I hate to leave my dreams and doubts,
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| But I think I might go sit on the porch |