From the Albums: * Bloody buccaneers * Last blast of the century I could be six feet under I could be stone dead cold Hangin' from the highest tree Would you read my suicide note? I'm hungry for affection Howlin' at the moon Can't you get it inside your head All I want is you All you're thinking of is making love to yourself And I wonder if there's any room For somebody else Come on Don't make me wait too long Sometimes you know I hate being on my own Try to give me one more chance Because I wanna be a man And when you call me up I'll be home Train roll into the station In the middle of the night Me and my suitcase waiting But you're nowhere near in sight Heartache's such a bummer Knock-knockin' on my door Feeling sorry for myself I just can't take it no more Why don't you read my thoughts Before I drown in tears I'm thinkin' bout nothing Nothin' else but you and me
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