Loneliness, plays its wicked game with me
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Maybe I'll be saved, but I have nothing to believe
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With no-one in my arms, underneath a quiet sky
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And nothing in my heart, a nothing symphony
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The lonely people sail the sea
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There'll be a storm inside of me
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Until my ship comes in
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All I have is what I am
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On this island I will roam
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Until my ship comes in
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The radio, plays the same six songs a day
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Automatic words, cruel and comforting to me
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Everything is bleak, people-less, hollow and concrete
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Staring at the sea, but my thoughts are far from me
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The lonely people sail the sea
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There'll be a storm inside of me
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Until my ship comes in
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All I have is what I am
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On this island I will roam
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Until my ship comes in
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I was giving it a little more time
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I was giving it a little more time
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I was giving it a little more time
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But things don't seem to be getting better
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The lonely people sail the sea
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There'll be a storm inside of me
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Until my ship comes in
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All I have is what I am
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On this island I will roam
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Until my ship comes in
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Until My Ship Comes In
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| Dum Dums |
