I Get Lonesome
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I Get Lonesome
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Well there ain't nobody left to impress
And everyone's kissing their own hands
There's 666 on the kitchen floor
There ain't no fire in the pan
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
So glad to be a slab
Stiff as a stick on a board
I get thoughts and dirty socks
Piled in the corner
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
I get lonesome
Getting fat on your own fear
Bring that beer over here
I stomp on the floor
Just to make a sound
I get lonesome
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Beck performs "I Get Lonesome", and this lyric page sits inside the Beck catalog on LyroVerse.
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