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IT'S HARD TO FIND LOVE

It's hard to find love when you're all alone

when the last train has left.

Like the walking dead

you wait for love

with no end in sight.

 

It's hard to be loved when you're lonely too

'cause everyone knows you missed that train

though it wasn't your fault

 

and the time's never right

when that last train has left

and the night lies ahead

when you're waiting for love

with no end in sight.

loneliness

◄ WHERE I LIVE

IN THE SUPERMARKET ►

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