by Walter Egan and Lindsey Buckingham
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Away in the darkness past midnight,
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As dim as a candle there burns a light,
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There sits a boy alone in his room,
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He reads magazines by the light of the moon,
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And the loneliest boy can always be found,
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In the room upstairs when the sun goes down,
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He's the Loneliest Boy in a lonely town.
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He's wary of strangers so quiet and shy,
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His neighbors would call him an average guy,
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He clings to the world he knows so well,
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And what he feels really none can tell.
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It happened that cold gray afternoon,
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Alone in the window of his lonely room,
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A solitary boy with a long black gun,
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A shot rang out and the deed was done.
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So the Loneliest Boy, just lookin' for love
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Shot down a man from a window above,
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And the Loneliest Boy so quiet and shy,
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Alone in his cell just a waitin' to die,
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He's the Loneliest Boy in this whole damn town...
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The Loneliest Boy
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| Walter Egan |
