I thought that I knew all that there was to, lonely, lonely, lonely...
Melanie Jane, won't feel the
pain.
Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes,
lonely eyes, lonely lonely in your place.
And I thought that I knew all
that there was to
Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes,
lonely eyes, lonely lonely in your place, and
I still love you, I still
love you, lonely, lonely...
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