Little rough rhinestone
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Where will your love go today?
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Sometimes you think
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You had none to start with anyway
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You will lose the deep pools
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And the blues will cloud up
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Your frightened little eyes
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And the cold comes to claim you inside
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You sit writing letters to imaginary friends
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That you left behind in your mind
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The deep dark red doorways
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Call to a limbo of loneliness
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Where a million rhinestones sit and cry
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I never knew sorrow
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Could hit me this way
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I once had a friend
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But he moved away
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And even my mother
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When she turned on me
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Couldn't put emotion like this in me
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Fist into glass into head (someone else's head)
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They beat you up so badly
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That your eyes
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Show the look of the nearly dead
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The wagon will come and scoop up
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What's left of the sorry debris
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And you'll take the place
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Of a hundred other little Johnny's
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That went the very same way
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I never knew sorrow
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Could hit me this way
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I once had a friend
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But he moved away
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And even my mother
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When she turned on me
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Couldn't put emotion
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Like this in me
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And screaming out loud
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He ran crashing through the crowd
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He ran crashing through the crowd
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He ran crashing through the crowd
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Screaming
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God if you're up there
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I need you
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Where are you?
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I need you
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Where are you?
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I need you....
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Where are you?
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When I need you?
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Little Rough Rhinestone
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| Soft Cell |
