When I spend too much time alone, I get afraid
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Afraid that you¡¯re gonna leave me breathing
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Afraid of what they¡¯d throw in the way
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In the way of something simple like leaving
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"Forgive me if you can," said the sad cashier
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"For the dollars and cents our love has become.
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I didn¡¯t sell you anything my dear
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You were a scarecrow looking for a bonfire to sleep on."
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"Believe me if you can," said the pile of bones
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"I think that this is all there is left to see.
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Just waiting for my perscription to come
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¡®Cause every sec in hell dissolves more of me."
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And all of heaven¡¯s ten thousand whores
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Are on a partyline to his big toe
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Singing Ooooo I just can¡¯t do it anymore
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So don¡¯t bother asking now you know
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Don¡¯t bother me with little things
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Pennies, nickels, quarters, and dimes
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They¡¯ve all taken me as far as I¡¯m gonna go
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So don¡¯t bother asking now you know
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Believe me if you can
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The Hopes and Dreams of Heaven¡¯s 10,000 Whores
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American Music Club |