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As you walk away, the same line runs through my head.
"And sometimes lonely hearts they just get lonelier, and lonelier."
Then it all fades away....
Leaving me with just the memory of your concept.
It's a brutal kind of love we have.
"And sometimes lonely hearts they just get lonelier, and lonelier."
Then it all fades away....
Leaving me with just the memory of your concept.
It's a brutal kind of love we have.