| Suddenly it came for me
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| Like a shock to the core
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| It’s not like me to stand up and leave
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| But I thought I was free
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| Someone could’ve told me
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| «You're lost in the headlights»
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| But I can’t help it when I am so low
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| Pretending like I have a purpose
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| Well, now that’s long gone
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| Something’s missing
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| When I am solo, so low, solo, so low
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| «Come back to me,» you begged of me
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| Well, you don’t have to be what they ask you to be
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| It’s true, I’m afraid of the morning
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| I’m afraid of the evening
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| But I can’t help it when I am so low
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| Pretending like I have a purpose
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| Well, now that’s long gone
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| 'Cause something’s missing
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| When I am solo, so low, solo, so low
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Something’s missing
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| When I am solo, so low, solo, so low
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| When I am solo, so low, solo, so low
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| Solo, so low, solo, so low
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| Solo, so low, solo, so low
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| Solo, so low, solo, so low
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| Solo, so low, solo, so low (Afraid of the evening)
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| Solo, so low, solo, so low
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| I am solo, so low, solo, so low
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| Solo, so low, solo, so low
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| Solo, so low, solo, so low
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| Solo, so low, solo, so low
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| Solo, so low, solo, so low |