Steven Page - "A Different Sort of Solitude" | Текст песни

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I never thought I'd feel so free;
I can't get used to how things used to be.
Call up the mayor, tell the Priest,
Look up the number of the Beast,
Invite the ones you love the least
To welcome me.

Hallelujah!
Break out the finger food
Hallelujah!
Shake off the attitude
Hallelujah!
Feels like we're in the mood
For a different sort of solitude.

It seems I've caught you unprepared
But I don't understand why you're so scared.
Turn off the lights, pull down the blinds
And pray that I will never ?nd you,
But, I know you know I know
That you're in there.

Hallelujah!
Break out the ?nger food
Hallelujah!
Shake off the attitude
Hallelujah!
Feels like we're in the mood
For a different sort of solitude.

She's kind of lonesome, been on her own some
She's been living by herself for a while;
I've come to save her, do her a favour,
And make her funeral my trial.

Hallelujah!
Break out the ?nger food
Hallelujah!
Shake off the attitude
Hallelujah!
Feels like we're in the mood
For a different sort of solitude

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