Music’s breakin’ thru' black glass of being dead,
Music’s making him feeling not so sad,
Every day , every night, right – in every light
You might find him attractive but he died !
Music’s hovering over every tombstone,
Music’s ringin’ around him so strong.
He’s too lonely too lonely - like a clone
He’s too lonely too lonely to be alone .
She’s been singin’ with angeles , oh , paradise !
Burnin’ anguish beneath her – ain’t surprise.
Every sun , every morning lights her face ,
You might've seen her around – she gently paced .
She’s been flyin’ with angeles all day long ,
Seeing something romantic in tombstones ,
She’s too lonely , too lonely – like a clone
She’s too lonely , too lonely to be alone !
Too lonely to be alone
© Copyright: Мэрэлин, 2001
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