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lonely soul.

Walking in the cold,
Just keep on flying.
There'll be a searchlight,
On the mountain high,
God knows you're lonely souls,
God knows you're lonely souls,
I'm a lonely soul.

But I'm gonna die in a place that don't know my name.
And I'm gonna cry in a space that don't hold my fame.

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