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I'm a poor man deep in my pocket But in my heart I'm a millionaire But a perfect sense of direction Ain't no use if you're going nowhere You're like

I read the news you saw the headlines I know your secret do you know mine Somebody said they're getting closer I guess we don't have all that much time

Here again playing the lonely game Blind as a fool who won't see Suddenly taking control again What could be happening to me My only consolation Is that

I thought you were so innocent Until I got my fingers burnt You think me strange and quite peculiar Let the first appearance fool ya Even though you'

Hey there you with your head in the sand I'm try'n'a tell you something you'll understand I wanna spend my time in a passionate way These feelings keep

It's not so strange you know to feel like this I thought of you I knew that you'd understand I think it's time you know we did more than kiss Ever fallen

the television on You've been reading too long Turn your radios on I will sing you my song Trade test transmission Turn the television on Nothing else is going on Trade test transmission

Now that your love's not real You leave me lying on my own I find it kinda rich you know When something goes to nothing Then again I guess I should've

If I never ever ever get to see you again Remember it was you that made me smile You satisfy the need you created Not for the first time could be for