Lonesome are the words the words I think to myself since you said goodbye Lonesome are the dreams the dreams that you lay shattered on that distant night Lonesome are the tears lonesome go the years lonesome are the waves goodbye Vultures in the sky ready to pounce down on my corpse one day Cultured are the books the books that you left rotting by our poisoned bed Ruined are the crops the Oxon hang aloft lonesome is the swirling wind Lonesome are the tears lonesome go the years lonesome are the waves goodbye
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