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Loneliness, plays its wicked game with me Maybe I'll be saved, but I have nothing to believe With no-one in my arms, underneath a quiet sky And nothing in my heart, a nothing symphony The lonely people sail the sea, There'll be a storm inside of me, Until my ship comes in, All I have is what I am, On this island I will roam, Until my ship comes in. The radio, plays the same six songs a day Automatic words, cruel and comforting to me Everything is bleak, people-less, hollow and concrete Staring at the sea, but my thoughts are far from me The lonely people sail the sea There'll be a storm inside of me Until my ship comes in All I have is what I am On this island I will roam Until my ship comes in I was giving it a little more time I was giving it a little more time I was giving it a little more time But things don't seem to be getting better The lonely people sail the sea There'll be a storm inside of me Until my ship comes in All I have is what I am On this island I will roam Until my ship comes in |