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The Jackson Whites

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The Jackson Whites

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Neither Ghost nor a transient spirit

Just a face staring out another window

Looking through all the lights of Brooklyn

Where the dark has a million other faces

I I I like getting lonely

I I I miss this feeling

I I I feel no fear in being

Lonely, lonely, I wanna be lonely

I wanna be alone just like the

The Jackson Whites

I feel the apocalypse is

Within my sight

Mother when you see your blue eyed boy

Would you still love him now?

The city ain't no place for laying down

There's better wage in hell than here right now

And damn, if I'm not a dying man

I lie dying in a hole

I'm a dying man

I lie dying in a hole

I'm a

Never graced as a true companion

I burn circles in the forest of reason

I break off and I penetrate alone

The full weight of the emptiness calling

I I I wanna be nowhere

I I I wanna tell you something

I I I have a barrel of opinions

Lonely, lonely, I am everlone, everlone

I wanna be alone just like the

The Jackson Whites

I feel the apocalypse is

Within my sight

Mother when you see your blue eyed boy

Would you still love him now?

The city ain't no place for laying down

There's better wage in hell than here right now

And damn, if I'm not a dying man

I lie dying in a hole

I'm a dying man

I lie dying in a hole

I'm a dying man

I lie dying in a hole

I'm a dying man

I lie dying in a hole

I'm a

I wanna be alone just like the

The Jackson Whites

I feel the apocalypse is

Within my sight

Mother when you see your blue eyed boy

Would you still love him now?

The city ain't no place for laying down

There's better wage in hell than here right now

And damn, if I'm not a dying man

I lie dying in a hole

I'm a dying man

I lie dying in a hole

I'm a dying man

I lie dying in a hole

I'm a dying man

I lie dying in a hole

I'm a

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