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Alone here, alone at night, a little anxious, past in his mind. He's getting bored of, bored of his own life, All that he's wasting, wasting his time. What a tragicomic, what a misery, This pain inside him, it's a tragedy. He needs a little help from monotony, Not a kind of dreaming, a reality. He feels the wonder from inside Never knows the reason why Every pain he stands to dare No ones here with him to share With him to share… Alone here, alone at night, a little anxious, past in his mind. He's getting bored of, bored of his own life, All that he's wasting, wasting his time. What a tragicomic, what a misery, This pain inside him, it's a tragedy. He needs a little help from monotony, Not a kind of dreaming, a reality. He feels the wonder from inside Never knows the reason why Every pain he stands to dare No ones here with him to share With him to share… Now Share… |
