The Strangelights
Loneliest Boy
Loneliest BoyWords and Music by Beau Phillips It's cold in CaliforniaTheir windy glares scold yaAnd send you awayBlood soaked sky winter dayNovember grows lonelyMy heart longs for comelyEmbraces from the one I wish that I lovedLoneliest BoyOh...You'll never feel true loveSo cut it all awayCut it all awayIt was deafening and frozen On a four am road run through Sapce Mountain HillsComing Down from the thrillI was among my big familyFeeling like a solo tragedyBlack sheep weeping insideSo I went for a solo drive through my dark sideCopyright 2007 Beau PhillipsAll Rights Reserved
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