Sunday morning going slow I'm talking to the radio Clothes and records on teh floor Memories of the night before Out in clubland having fun Now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor But noone knows I'm here for sure. Dancing Laughing Drinking Loving And now I'm alll alone in Bedsit land, My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spend my money going out I've nothing left, I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair Look for something new to wear And start the nightlife over again And kid myself I'm having fun Dancing Laughing Drinking Loving And now I'm alll alone in Bedsit land, My only home I look out of my window view There's really nothing else to do Read a book maybe write a letter 'Mother, things are getting better' Watch the mirror, count the lines The battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see A thousand people just like me. Dancing Laughing Drinking Loving And now I'm alll alone in Bedsit land, My only home Dancing Laughing Drinking Loving And now I'm alll alone in Bedsit land, My only home I'm waiting for something... I'm only passing time... And now I'm all alone in Bedsit land My only home Dancing Laughing Drinking Loving
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