Tác giả : Blur
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When all the nights are dream 
And not really what they seem 
I cut my hair in spite 
And set my hands on fire 
 
Are you lonely? x3 
 
In the daylight hours 
I go out and kill the flowers 
Faces all to clear 
Keep on looming near 
 
 
Are you lonely? x3