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Needed you
you were only using
needed you
just tore me down.
Here I stand in isolation
feeling emtiness and doubt.
Walking down the broken highway
sucking sugar plain and sweet.
Did your mother ever tell you that the joyful are the free?
I need some lovin' like an inmate neecls a dime
I need some lovin' like a poet needs a rhyme.
Here I stand - in isolation.
My empty hands - in isolation.
Walking down the broken highway
sucking sugar 'cause it's my way.
Find me one heart to complete with
heading for the farthest reaches.
I need some lovin' like a body needs a soul
I need some lovin' like a fastball needs control.
Here I stand - in isolation
my empty hands - in isolation.
Strike up the band - in this proud land -
Got a lot to do
got a lot to say
got a life to live
Got a lot to do
got a lot to say
got a life to live.
Here I stand - in isolation.
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