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Alone
you are alone you are alone no voices or phone calls just the dial tone you cannot sleep you cannot sleep cause you've got these skeletons buried under your sheets so you'll walk in the street till you can't feel your hollow bones and you'll passout freezing cold in the middle of the road you are just drunk yeah, you're just a drunk spurring chivalrous compliments off the tip of your tougue you only see what you choose to see say everything's working when it's broke as can be up and down george street until your heels start to bleed and you passout freezing cold in the middle of the road From Letras Mania