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This is my last song, Christmas day and I'm alone, Getting ready, spend the prime of adolescence on the phone,-----All your actions scream aloud, words are lost among the crowd, trash a past of dreams and wishes bury them beneath the shrowd-----Need a hand that I can hold, gaze into the eyes of gold, small town rumor, broken record, being lonely's getting old-----Just one lucky break I pray, please somehow, someone, someday, know she's out there, feeling warm, somebody has to feel the same-----**********So I'm the last one standing, in this vacant line, She will understand me, we will talk all night**********