歌词
I picture the place
Where there are only pleasant things
Truly no one
Is lonely and cold as here
Everyone has got someone
To lean on but me
Everybody has got somebody
To hold but me
Then I think of you
But I feel alone again
I open the book and find me a place
I've never been
I'd rather off there than go home
Without you
Everyone knows
That love isn't simple as a bee
Surely no one is born to be lost indeed
Then I think of you
But I feel alone again
“Why have all things come to this end”
Why has our home turn to a cold place
I picture the place
Where there are only pleasant things
Surely no one is born to be lost indeed
Then I think of you
Think of you
Think of you
But I feel alone again
Think of you
But I feel alone again
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