Lonley hearts that cut and bleedLost in selfish loathing greedShould a helping hand come knockingTheir doors they'll soon be lockingBetter they feel to never chanceThe spontanaity of a danceNote how their hearts never mendWhile their castles they defendFunny how their cries for help are the loudestWhen of themselves they are the proudest
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