| Lonely man
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| Here’s a song about a lonely man
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| never uses his lonely hands
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| and his world’s cut from his friends
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| How he…
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| Now he…
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| Even love seems to be afraid
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| isolation is his only land
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| made of wind, water, wood and sand
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| Why he…
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| Why he…
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| Open up your heart, you’ll feel the same again
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| Like from the start, the loving that you felt
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| It may not go back, go back to
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| I loose my mind
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| If I didn’t tell you goodbye
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| I made your world go round
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| and look prettier I’m chooking
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| Oh cries again…
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| See this song about this lonely man
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| All he needed was a little hand
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| Nothing much could’ve made him sang
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| No he…
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| No he…
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| Open up your heart, you’ll feel the same again
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| Like from the start, the loving that you felt
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| It may not go back, go back to
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| I loose my mind
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| If I didn’t tell you goodbye
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| I made your world go round
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| and look prettier I’m chooking
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| Oh cries again… |