Well, at the edge of my long distance hall
I sleep through the day and I missed your call
You smoke your last cigarette of the night
I picture you and it looks like you're doing alright
I bet you've never stood on the inside looking outside
And I wonder if you had an opinion that you had to hide
'Cause the boys were back in town
Driving all the old men crazy
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Lonely, lonely, lonely
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