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You Feel So Lonely You Could Die
(
David Bowie )
No one ever saw you,
Moving through the dark.
Leaving slips of paper,
Somewhere in the park.
Hidden from your friends,
Stealing all they knew.
Lovers thrown in airless rooms
Then vile rewards for you.
And I'm gonna tell,
Yes I'm gonna tell
Gonna tell the things you say,
When we're talking in the dark.
And I'm gonna tell the things you've done,
When you're walking through the park.
Some night on a thriller street,
Welcome (?) a silent gun.
You've got a dangerous park (?),
You stole their trust, their Moon, their Sun.
There comes a certain needle (?),
On a crowded train.
I bet you feel so lonely
You could die, die, die, die.
Buildings crammed with people,
Landscape filled with wrath.
Grey concrete sitting,
Rain has wet the street.
I want to see you clearly,
Before you close the door.
A room of bloody history,
You made sure of that.
I can see you as a corpse,
Hanging from a beam.
I can read you like a book.
I can feel you falling,
I hear you moaning in your room.
Oh see if I care,
Oh please, please make it so.
Walls have got you cornered,
You've got the blues my friend.
And people don't like you,
But you will leave without a sound,
Without an end.
You feel so alone you,
Death alone shall love you.
I hope you feel so lonely,
You could die, die, die, die.
You feel so lonely,
you could die, die, die, die.
You feel so lonely,
You could die.
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