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Where do I go when I'm alone
Second fiddle
Last in line
For me you can never find the time
Backburner
Cast aside
Submerged by the rising tide
Where do I go when I'm alone
I've got noone I'm on my own
I don't want to do this
I don't want to play
I'm not an item to be stowed away
Second fiddle
Sealed lips of mine
Forgotten sock on the washing line
Where do I go when I'm alone
I've got noone I'm on my own
Where do I go when I'm alone
This place I live don't feel like home
Last in line
For me you can never find the time
Backburner
Cast aside
Submerged by the rising tide
Where do I go when I'm alone
I've got noone I'm on my own
I don't want to do this
I don't want to play
I'm not an item to be stowed away
Second fiddle
Sealed lips of mine
Forgotten sock on the washing line
Where do I go when I'm alone
I've got noone I'm on my own
Where do I go when I'm alone
This place I live don't feel like home
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