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Ah, the city, the speed of the city The fashion and the passion of billboards on the busses Make another dollar. Make another call on your cell phone Satellite brings it all into focus now: bring it all home Love is a contact sport Beauty is an aisle at the supermarket Truth is a notion to be left behind Burned and buried, not seek and find But I still hate to go home alone. (Love is over, gone, gone, gone, gone...) (It's all just a dream...) The checkout at the grocery, the girls in the magazines Skinnier than subscription cards that fall to the floor And get dusted under shelves and shelves of candy Sweet like a nothing whispered in an ear Sweet like the words we all want to hear Like: "Love, Joy, Patience, Peace, Kindness, Understanding..." I know I can't belong here I know I can't be from here But I still hate to go home alone From Letras Mania