No one's at home, I'm drunk and alone
and dust is my crown I am slowly beginning to drown.
My tears are my food I am in the blue mood.
Humilation's my face. I have to get out of this place.
There is no more music and it's making me sick.
Left's only pain and woe. Left to multiply and grow
Bury me under your words (x2)
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