| Welcome to hell, population me
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| Local attraction, the heartbreak sea
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| The smell in the air of night bloom and despair
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| By the dry wishing well
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| Ah, welcome to hell
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| A plain little house, on a plain little road
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| At the corner of done, and where’d it all go?
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| Time crawls by with a shudder and moan
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| It don’t look like much
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| But it’s a heck of a home
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| Ah, welcome to hell, population two
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| Little old me, and the lack of you
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| See the hole in the bed,
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| Where you no longer sleep?
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| In the chamber of promises
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| We just couldn’t keep
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| Whatever happened to the sweet little heaven
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| Where we lived and loved so long?
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| Where in the world are the man and the woman
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| Who danced to their favorite song?
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| Gone, gone, gone to hell
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| Even the devil wept
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| Uh, when he heard
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| The depth of our unhappiness
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| Then he dried a tear
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| And he sighed: «Aw well
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| Where do you think you are boy?
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| Welcome to hell»
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| Whatever happened to the sweet little heaven
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| Where we lived and loved so long?
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| Where in the world are the man and the woman
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| Who danced to their favorite song?
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| Gone, gone, gone to hell
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| Even the devil wept
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| Uh, when he heard
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| The depth of our unhappiness
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| Then he dried a tear,
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| And he sighed: «Aw well
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| Where do you think you are boy?
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| Welcome to hell»
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| Every lonely soul
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| Has a sad story to tell
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| Where do you think you are boy?
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| Welcome to hell
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| Where do you think you are boy?
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| Welcome to hell |