and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense
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The old gal was only another lonely creature in a world that didn’t care

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being alone you decided, was a

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she slammed the door and

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there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock

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I know it’s impossible to explain this to you. I carry this terrible aching hell in my heart.

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Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

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since some people had told me that I was ugly, I always preferred shade to the sun, darkness to light

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I know that some night

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People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.

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If I never see you again

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alone with everybody

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and when love came to us twice

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my mother, poor fish,

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I drive around the streets

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some moments are nice, some are

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