| I'm impressed by the wrong kinds of people |
| Although, I never think that they know |
| And all the lives that I lead, belong to others |
| One that is mine, I can't say that I know |
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| And I long to be one by the others |
| Who seem so far and further than me |
| And oh, if wishes were true |
| But if you wouldn't mind |
| I'd rather be alone |
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| I've been down and for too long forgotten |
| On occasion, I'll stay there for days |
| And I'll act like a clown |
| And I'll tear myself down |
| Just for someone to fill me with praise |
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| And I long to be loved by the others |
| And I long to be taken for me |
| And oh, if wishes were true |
| But if you wouldn't mind |
| I'd rather be alone |
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| I'm inspired by the wrong inspiration |
| Even times when the light flickers low |
| I'd relight it again |
| And since you let me in |
| I'm not hurting for somewhere to go |
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| Still, I long to be loved by the others |
| But I long to be loved just for me |
| And oh, no wishes are true |
| So, if you wouldn't mind |
| I'd rather be alone |
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| And if you wouldn't mind |
| I'd rather be alone |
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