SOMETIMES I FEEL LOST AND STOLEN
EVEN WHEN THE SUN IS SHINING
SOMETIMES I FEEL SO MUCH ON MY OWN
IKNOW I CAN PICK UP THE PHONE AND CALL YOU
BUT THIS WON'T SORT OUT ANYTHING AT ALL
I WANT TO GET THROUGH THE BAD TIMES
WITHOUT YOU MY FRIEND
I WILL SEE YOU LATER WHEN I MAKE IT IN THE END
BECAUSE NOW I'M JUST ANOTHER WEEPING MAN
NOW I'M IN THE DEPEST KIND OF FALL
I KNOW I CAN PICK UP THE PHONE AND CALL
ON YOU MY FRIEND
BUT THIS WON'T SORT OUT ANYTHING AT ALL
SOMETIMES I SEE MYSELF IN BLUES
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE LONELY BAG OF BONES
I KNOW I CAN GIVE UP AT ANY MOMENT
BUT THIS WOULD TURN MY HEART INTO STONES
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