| I stand on the corner of an alley they call Lonely Lane
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| And I’m looking at my reflection on the ground
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| 'Cos it’s pouring rain
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| I’m thinking of my own street thinking how well it was before
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| All the people left me for I was there
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| And they had gone to the blue mountains far from Lonely Lane
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| Seven lonely evenings I have now spend alone in this place
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| And I have shed seven lonely tears every evening
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| And I thought of her face
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| My sweet lady left me left me dry sitting in this lonely attic
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| Been heartache and crying
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| She’s gone to the blue mountains far from Lonely Lane
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| There’s an all night café in the middle of this dusty town
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| And that’s where I tell the people the story that I’m telling you now
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| It’s now I first got here how it came to be
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| People got tired of this city smoke and of me
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| I’ve been gone I should be at blue mountains far from Lonely Lane
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| I’ll be gone to the blue mountains far from Lonely Lane
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| I’m packing my bags I’m gettin up and I’m leaving right now
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| Don’t care if I fly or swim don’t care if I walk or if I drown
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| But I got to get there get right up to where the air is clean
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| And I don’t know smoke
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| I’m going to be gone to the blue mountains far from Lonely Lane
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| I should be gone to the blue mountains far from Lonely Lane
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| You’d better believe me now
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| All I want is no more Lonely Lane all right
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| I should be gone to the blue mountains far from Lonely Lane
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| Oh yeah babe oooh aaah oooh aaah |