Does he love you tonight?
Did it keep you up till tomorrow?
How do you keep it all together, Babe,
counting all those damned dead sparrows by yourself?
You're by yourself
And you'll always be alone there by yourself.
You got your anger in the whitest little flame,
color of your ghastly, ghostly,
cowardly little game there by yourself.
You're by yourself
And you'll always be alone there by yourself.
The Devil and the angels got their promises to keep,
like you got your pity there
keeping you from sleep there by yourself.
You're by yourself
And you'll always be alone there by yourself.
You got your silence there in a violent little box
Opened it up to teach me a lesson;
Ain't you a sly little fox there by yourself now
You're by yourself, now
And you'll always be alone there by yourself
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