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This world that I live in is empty and cold
This loneliness cuts me and tears at my soul
I'm no child of destiny, no fortune's son
I've chased you so long now, I'm too weak to run
So here I return to a back street of thrills
Back to any warm shoulder 'till she's got her filĺ
And then I treat shame like an old friend from home
That I can lean on 'till the misery is gone
A new day is here, yet nothing is new
You're still gone and I tremble for you
I cry out at bedtime, no, please not tonight
But again there's your footsteps and I turn on the light
Of course you're not there, no, you never are
Then I try to forget that there's always a bar
And well, I win that battle, yes, sometimes I do
But sleep doesn't come when I tremble for you
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