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There will be no consolation prize this time the bone is broken clean no baptism, no reprise and no sweet taste of victory. |
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All the stars have fallen from the sky and everything else in between satelites have closed their eyes, the moon has gone to sleep unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved here |
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I am inside a hotel choking on a million words |
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I've said cigarettes have burned a hole and dreams are drunk and penniless here |
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I am inside my fathers arms all jagged-bone and whiskey-dry whisper to me sweetly now and tell me |
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I will never die unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved here |
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I am an empty hallway broken window, rainy night |
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I am nineteen sixty-two and |
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I am ready for a fight people crying hallelujah while the bullet leaves the gun people falling, falling, falling and |
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I don't know where they're falling from are they unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved hoping that the kindness will lead us past the blindness and not another living soul will ever have to feel unloved....unloved....unloved....unloved unloved....unloved |
