| He fill the room like champagne, into a empty glass
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| As they slither to him like snakes to the grass
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| His stance is quiet with grace, before they throw him into the rat race
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| And he turns to me to say I’m a lonely boy, even with the life is asking for
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| Lonely boy, why don’t you see, you’re exactly the same as me?
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| You could be the most beautiful thing, that I ever did see with your head
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| pointing down
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| And your friends leaving town
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| He sung like an angel, that had stepped deep inside
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| While I played my guitar, and scribed and cried
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| And the nails that we jams into our hearts, are essential and needed for the
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| part
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| And he turns to me to say I’m a lot like you, does that mean, boy,
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| I’m lonely too
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| Lonely boy, why don’t you see, you’re exactly the same as me?
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| You could be the most beautiful thing, that I ever did see with your head
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| pointing down
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| And your friends leaving town
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| Days are passing like November rain, constantly falling but nothing here remain
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| And he turns to me to say I’m a lot like you, does that mean, boy,
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| I’m lonely too
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| Lonely boy, why don’t you see, you’re exactly the same as me?
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| You could be the most beautiful thing, that I ever did see with your head
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| pointing down
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| And your friends leaving town
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| Your home getting high everyday, don’t you think it’s strange? |