| Only in dreams can I feel feel your presence near me
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| Sticking the knife inside the toaster
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| I get high on death nearby
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| Suddenly we’ve been torn apart
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| We can’t feel love’s embraces
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| And I can’t feel love anymore
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| We are the loneliest people
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| Broken dreams fly out my door
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| We are the loneliest people
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| I’ve seen brighter eyes and better days with you
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| I’ve seen brighter eyes and better days with you
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| Tying the noose around my neck
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| I feel it getting tighter
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| There is a pride to carry on
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| I see truth in your green eyes
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| And I can’t feel love anymore
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| We are the loneliest people
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| Broken dreams fly out my door
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| We are the loneliest people
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| I’ve seen brighter eyes
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| I’ve spent better days
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| I’ve seen bluer skies
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| I’ve spent better days with you
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| I’ve seen brighter eyes
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| I’ve spent better days
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| I’ve seen bluer skies
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| I’ve spent better days with you
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| I’ve seen brighter eyes and better days with you
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| I’ve seen brighter eyes and better days with you
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| And I can’t feel love anymore
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| We are the loneliest people
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| Broken dreams fly out my door
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| We are the loneliest people |