| You look forlorn, too tired to yawn
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| As pale as a moon on a bright afternoon
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| Your face is drawn
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| You’ve got lonely phobia
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| And I only hope ya get better
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| You sit and stare, beyond all care
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| But mirrors don’t lie and the look in your eye
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| Is showing your despair
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| You’ve got lonely phobia
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| And I only hope ya get better
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| Another love could set you free
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| But you’re afraid (afraid)
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| To go (to go)
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| Another love may prove to be
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| No better than the devil you know
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| It’s late (it's late) at night (at night)
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| You feel (you feel) uptight (uptight)
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| Your lover’s in bed while the thoughts in your head
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| Are far (are far) from light (from light)
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| You’ve got lonely phobia and I only hope ya get better
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| Another love could set you free but you’re afraid (afraid)
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| To go (to go)
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| Another love may prove to be no better than the devil you know
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| You look forlorn, too tired to yawn
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| As pale as a moon on a bright afternoon
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| Your face is drawn
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| You’ve got lonely phobia and I only hope ya get better
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| You’ve got lonely phobia and I only hope ya get better |