Paula Cole/Jeremy Lubbock
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Spin the globe, stop and start.
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Come to a place that's torn apart.
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Here's a secret, it's my heart,
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Oh well,
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It's only...
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Broken shutters, whistling wind,
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Vultures circling overhead,
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Tumbleweeds fl y,
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Dust in my eyes,
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Guess it's not my feelings crying.
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Peeling paint on empty homes,
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Where people lived in this town long ago,
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Packed their bags, nailed down the door,
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To Lonelytown.
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Oh I once had a love of my life,
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The sun of my soul.
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But I took him for granted,
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Ignored all the signs,
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And now it's just memories and passing ghosts.
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Spiderwebs and weeds waist high,
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Abandoned schoolyards and rusted wire.
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Looking for love,
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Looking for life,
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In Lonelytown.
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If you're lucky with a love of your own.
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Remember this in a nutshell I've told:
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Hold them close and don't let go,
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And cherish forevermore.
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Or you will live in Lonelytown.
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Lonelytown
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| Paula Cole |
