| You signed on all the papers for a home
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| Can’t wait to be there on your own
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| The world can go ahead
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| And hang it shamed for shame
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| In needing more
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| And time is not your own
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| Well it is behind those doors
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| Cos loneliness is not
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| The same as being on your own
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| No loneliness is not
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| The same as being on your own
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| You tore up your head all in your hands
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| Just another lie hung on the man
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| And you got so much more
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| Than this world can ever know
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| And that’s your truth
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| And no one else is ought
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| And your feelings are your own
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| Under that roof
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| Cos loneliness is not
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| The same as being on your own
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| No loneliness is not
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| The same as being on your own |