On the phone you spoke
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Picking bones with my friends and lovers
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You said, a¢æ?I think you're living in a bubble, darling'
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So, I thought it through and thought
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That maybe you could be on to something
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After all, we all have our little blind spots, don't we?
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So I looked, I took a good look around me, darling
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And we stepped, we took a good step away from familiar humdrum
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Such unforgettable and truly magical times
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Stop! There I go again, like a fool, trying to paint the perfect picture
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It's easy to romanticise when you're in the distance, darling
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But it wasn't easy was it, I mean, you never really seemed truly happy
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There I was, drunk in love and drowning on a daydream, daily
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As you stripped, you stripped me away like paint work, darling
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And you picked, you picked me apart and left me in a million pieces
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No need to sympathise, but try to realise this:
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You're making yourself so lonely, darling
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It's making me feel so lonesome to know
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Stop making yourself so lonely, darling, please.
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So, looking back now it's funny how
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I really had the blinkers on me
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Like a firework, free falling, 'til I hit the concrete floor
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Where my friends picked me back up and held me, darling
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It was them and the family who really got me back to hear the music
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I hope you got the same and cut out your love games, 'cause
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You're making yourself so lonely, darling
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It's making me feel so lonesome to know
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Stop making yourself so lonely, darling, please.
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You're making yourself so lonely, darling
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It's making me feel so lonesome to know
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Stop making yourself so lonely, darling, please.
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Yes, it's obvious, well I shouldn't really need to say this, but,
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The truth is that I miss you.
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Making Yourself So Lonely
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Charlie Winston |