There will be no consolation prize
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this time the bone is broken clean
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no baptism, no reprise and no sweet taste
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of victory. All the stars have fallen
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from the sky
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and everything else in between
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satelites have closed their eyes, the moon
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has gone to sleep unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved
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here I am inside a hotel choking on a
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million words I've said
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cigarettes have burned a hole and dreams are
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drunk and penniless
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here I am inside my fathers arms
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all jagged-bone and whiskey-dry
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whisper to me sweetly now and tell me I will
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never die unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved
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here I am an empty hallway
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broken window, rainy night
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I am nineteen sixty-two and I am ready
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for a fight people crying hallelujah
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while the bullet leaves the gun
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people falling, falling, falling and I don't know
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where they're falling from
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are they unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved
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hoping that the kindness will lead us
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past the blindness and
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not another living soul will ever have to feel
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unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved
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unloved....unloved
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Unloved
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Jann Arden |