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I just don't fit in this place
their thoughts cast me out of here
their home has run out of space
my mind's already out of here
won't you come along dear?
won't you come along?
words that are spoke alone
phrases you will never hear
empty rooms and a telephone
that i will never use,never fear
I am all alone dear
I am all alone
My dogs come sit next to me
a pack of dogs and cigarettes
my only friends speak no words to me
but they look at me
and they don't forget
that a boy's best friend is his mother
or whatever has become his pet
Death From Above:
Jack White:
Jack White:
