| Again and again the same situation
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| For so many years
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| Tethered to a ringing telephone
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| In a room full of mirrors
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| A pretty girl in your bathroom
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| Checking out her sex appeal
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| I asked myself when you said you loved me
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| Do you think this can be real?
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| Still I sent up my prayer
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| Wondering where it had to go
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| With heaven full of astronauts
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| And the Lord on death row
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| While the millions of his lost and lonely ones
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| Call out and clamour to be found
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| Caught in their struggle for higher positions
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| And their search for love that sticks around
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| You’ve had lots of lovely women
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| Now you turn your gaze to me
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| Weighing the beauty and the imperfection
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| To see if I’m worthy
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| Like the church
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| Like a cop
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| Like a mother
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| You want me to be truthful
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| Sometimes you turn it on me like a weapon though
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| And I need your approval
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| Still I sent up my prayer
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| Wondering who was there to hear
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| I said Send me somebody
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| Who’s strong and somewhat sincere
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| With the millions of the lost and lonely ones
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| I called out to be released
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| Caught in my struggle for higher achievements
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| And my search for love
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| That don’t seem to cease |