This night is mine alone but
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All that I can do is taken from me
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By something that I feel
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My head is clear, my eyes are dry
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But still there is something going through me
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It's something all too real
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Look around and hear the sound of things
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That I can use to help me now
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But I lack the strength
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To walk alone
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To stay away
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from the telephone
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It's much too hard
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To fight my day
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From day to day
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And preserve my isolation and purity
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So here I am, I've worked so hard
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I've worked so long to be free of her
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And still I'm not all here
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And I can hear her pain resounding now
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But still I'm living through her
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I want to have her near
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Come back down and look around
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At broken thing she's spread out on the ground
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But I lack the strength
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To walk alone
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To stay away
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from the telephone
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It's much too hard
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To fight my day
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From day to day
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And preserve my isolation and purity
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Come back down and look around
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At broken thing she's spread out on the ground
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Look around and hear the sound of things
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That I can use to help me now
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Come back down and look around
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At broken thing she's spread out on the ground
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But I lack the strength
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To walk alone
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To stay away
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from the telephone
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It's much too hard
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To fight my day
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From day to day
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And preserve my isolation and purity
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