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Taking Back Sunday Lonely Lonely

daddy left. Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, Don't you go changing for me. (She's says, She's says) "Wanna get me high?" "Wanna get me high?" Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

daddy left. Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, Don't you go changing for me. (She's says, She's says) "Wanna get me high?" "Wanna get me high?" Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

me Celebrating the woman I've become, yeah Sometimes I'm alone but never lonely That's what I've come to realize I've learned to love the quiet moments The Sunday

quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture Your ghetto resource'll be pay back, pay back

across the road Big black curtain comin' across the field Blind will see and lame will be healed Brown eyed girl, turn my back on you, now it's lonely

and motley bunch Come Sunday morning, I'm feeling bad enjoyed the dancing but now I'm sad Things feel different don't know why feeling lonely, want

turn Thursday takes forever and Monday comes too soon But at least she's my girl Friday 'til Sunday afternoon Yeah she's my girl Friday 'til Sunday

up too much sun We started once to take a boat to Catalina Island But lyin' on the beach was too much fun There's gonna be the screaming Sunday night

[Originally by The Police] Just a castaway An island lost at sea Another lonely day With no one here but me More loneliness Than any man could bear