| There will be no consolation prize
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| this time the bone is broken clean
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| no baptism, no reprise and no sweet taste
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| of victory. |
| All the stars have fallen
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| from the sky
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| and everything else in between
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| satelites have closed their eyes, the moon
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| has gone to sleep
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| unloved… unloved…unloved…unloved
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| here I am inside a hotel choking on a million words I said
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| cigarettes have burned a hole and dreams are
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| drunk and penniless
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| here I am inside my fathers arms
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| all jagged-bone and whiskey-dry
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| whisper to me sweetly now and tell me I will
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| never die
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| unloved… unloved…unloved…unloved
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| here I am an empty hallway
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| broken window, rainy night
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| I am nineteen sixty-two and I am ready
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| for a fight people crying hallelujah
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| while the bullet leaves the gun
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| people falling, falling, falling and I dont know
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| where theyre falling from
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| are they
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| unloved… unloved…unloved…unloved
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| hoping that the kindness will lead us past the blindness and
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| not another living soul will ever have to feel
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| unloved… unloved…unloved…unloved
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| unloved… unloved |