Solo - It isn't a dream
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So low - It's just what it seems
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An empty thing
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Waiting on somebody who never calls
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Listening
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In the night to something scratching round behind the walls
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Solo - With no one to care
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So low - The cupboards are bare
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So now to dine
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On three stale crackers and a fifth of gin
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And say you're fine
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Feeling like something that the dog dragged in
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Oh one has to laugh
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Still safe and warm
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With peace of mind
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After storms
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Solo - You stare into space
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So low - Scared to look at your face
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Scared to find
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Someone in the mirror who you can't recall
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Pale and lined
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Talking to himself and saying fuck 'em all
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Though one must admit
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Chances are few
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To try to be
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Someone new
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Though one gets to play
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With no referee
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Peace at last
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Guaranteed
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Solo / So Low
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| Joe Jackson |
