| Singing for the lonely
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| You’re not the only one who feels this
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| So scared of what I’m doing
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| All the time
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| Here comes wasted head space
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| Paranoia, anger, misplaced
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| Feelings leave me nowhere
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| All the time
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| I don’t wake up early every morning
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| Cause the more I sleep the less I have to say
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| Scared of you always thinking that I’m boring
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| Stop me yawning my life away
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| Tender young confusion
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| Send black mariah for blue delusions
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| Lays heavy, oh so heavy
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| On my mind
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| I’m so sick of people’s expectations
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| Leaves me tired all the time
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| If your home’s full of worthless aggravation
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| Then don’t bring it to mine
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| I seem to spend my life just waiting for the chorus
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| Cause the verse is never nearly good enough
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| The hooligan half of me that steals from Woolworths
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| While the other lives for love
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| I’m so sick of people’s expectations
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| Leaves me tired all the time
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| If your home’s full of worthless aggravation
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| Then don’t bring it to mine
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| Singing for the lonely
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| We’re not the only ones who feel this
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| So scared of what I’m doing
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| All the time
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| Singing for the lonely
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| We’re not the only ones who feel this
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| So scared of what we’re doing
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| All the time |