Unhappy.
Cold.
All alone.
Despite what they say, the city does sleep
I've walked alone, everywhere I've been
In the small
And in the biggest of them all
I've been there alone
No one beside me
Happy faces and drunk foreigners everywhere I turn
Shove me in the furnace
Burn, baby, burn!
No one stands beside me
That's the simple truth
If you want to know the story,
Consult the Book of Ruth
All my bad relationships,
All my money down the drain,
Didn't get an education,
How can I complain?
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