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  1. Lonely

From the recording Albero della Vita

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Lyrics

Well I can’t even be your chambermaid
‘Cause I live where the outlaws graze
And we’re all drunk on plastic anyway

The steeples left in your heart
From days when faith played its part
And I’d ring your bells all night in vain

Oh but will you hold me, if I get lonely
Even if there’s nothing left for me and you
Oh and will you want me, if I get boring
And I laze away your afternoons
Your afternoons

A cranky hinge’s late reply
At late nights it’s your lullaby
And fake smiles hung to dry on coatracks ‘till tomorrow

And cheap imitation pies
And fancy cars that speed on by
And old men in their laurels scold you “hush, you’ll be fine”

Oh but will you hold me, if I get lonely
Even if there’s nothing left for me and you
Oh and will you want me, if I get boring
And I laze away your afternoons
Your afternoons