To my left they rose and leaf.
To my right cross Seven Seas.
Maybe maybe they'll stay true.
My seeds will cross and then take root.
And leave you to an empty room.
Lonely lonely that is you.
Lonely lonely that is you.
Paper paper obsolete.
How will you reach out to me?
I thought you'd ask me not to leave.
Lonely lonely that is me.
Lonely lonely that is me.
Distance makes the heart grow weak.
So that the mouth can barely speak.
Except to those who hide their needs.
And I have read the golden seal.
That tell of how the seedlings feel.
Reminds my heart what love can yield.
By my only things are clear,
Baby boy I'm staying here.
Lonely lonely that was you.
Lonely and so untrue.
Lonely Lonely - Feist
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