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"Every morning in April I wake up and stare at the ceiling aloneThe radio's playing the songs that remind me of you, and I'm dreaming of home"
"They're all for the lonely - well that's me and I'm only the things that I wanted to be"
"Every morning in April I wake up and stare at the ceiling aloneThe radio's playing the songs that remind me of you, and I'm dreaming of home"
"They're all for the lonely - well that's me and I'm only the things that I wanted to be"