| Darkness is a filler
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| And there happened to be space
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| If I was someone else, I’d be perfect
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| If she is what you want
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| I’m getting tired to be me
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| Could use to be less alone
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| And I never stay away from danger
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| But I could be careful
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| Got nowhere to go with you, no
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| Hollow morals marching on
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| And I’m a lonesome woman alone
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| And the more I get, the more I lose
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| The only way up is down
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| And doves won’t fly when I return
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| The only way up is down
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| Darkness is a filler
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| And there happened to be space
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| And being someone else would be perfect
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| Where’s my mind gone, where’s my mind?
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| Why did I get so tired?
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| If she really willing to do what I didn’t
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| And why’d you stop believing in me?
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| Don’t let me paint another picture
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| I’ll paint another picture
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| Of the lonesome woman they see
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| And the more I get, the more I lose
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| The only way up is down
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| And doves won’t fly when I return
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| The only way up is down
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| A little restlessness stresses less
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| I walk alone
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| Maybe someday you’ll find me
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| I hope you still come
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| Left with my restlessness, restiveness
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| (If I could I’d believe him)
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| I walk alone
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| Maybe someday you you’ll find me
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| (I still walk alone!)
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| Someone to call my own
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| (I still walk alone!)
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| And the more I get
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| The more I lose
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| The only way up is down
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| And doves won’t fly when I return
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| The only way up is down |