Johnny, I'm alone and I'm feeling blue

now you're grazing on pastures new

cut the cord and we let it go

a nightingale flying, high and on its own

when you coming home?


words came, violently filling up the room

lovers have their own private mood

to taste the honey, we must taste blood

the poison nectar

and if we were on fire

why we grow so tired?


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johnny, I'm alone and I'm feeling blue

now you're lazing on pastures new

lost my devil and lost my saint

waiting's like dying...


if you are alone

darling, come back home


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da-badaba-da-da-da-badaba

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