Mocks castles in the air
And-Bang!-romance
It rocks his cradles of despair
Only the lonely. .
Homely sentiment
Only the lonely..
Only my detriment
I'm not gonna see you anymore
And I am cryin'. . . I don't wanna see you anymore
But I might be lyin'. . .
Miss Hard he hunts
Her sikhs will not suffice
Bad Batter bunts
Witty Meek speaks of self-sacrifice.
His muse sick, it pays
How much now cost is the balance
The musician prays
'Cause his touch now is lost as his talents
I'm not gonna see you anymore
And I am cryin'. . .
I don't wanna see you anymore
But I might be lyin'. . .
No, I know. Oh!
Now, I won't let go
Oh, I know.
I won't let you go...
And Chartie Chance
Makes castles in the air And—bang!-romance
It breaks his cradles of despair
Only the lonely.. .
Blowing leaves in the gusts
Only the lonely.. .
Loathing leaves disgust
I don't wanna see you anymore
And I am cryin'. . .
I don't wanna see you anymore
But I might be lyin'. . .

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