Well you don't want me to touch you
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You just want me to shut up
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You don't want me to think what I'm thinking
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Or the devil in my throat to come up
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And you get so nervous that everything's a joke
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If I have to be this lonely
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I may as well be alone
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So I go back to my room
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To my room by the freeway
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I fall onto my bed like snow
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Like the cold I never woke you
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And the killing followed me home
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Hey what's song you whistling
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If I have to be this lonely
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I may as well be alone
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When you wake up in the morning
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You won't remember that anyone was here
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And that life is so rewarding
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And I guess that you're the grand prize my dear
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When you wake up in the morning
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You won't remember that anyone was here
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If I have to be this lonely
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I may as well be alone
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Lonely
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American Music Club |