give me a scotch

I’ve never ever felt love like I’ve seen in all the movies
I’ve never ever met Love like the first scene on T.V.
I’ve never ever dwelt on “liking” ‘cause it’s never been me,
But lately, this solitude—this emptiness—it leads me.

Leads me to believe I’m missing out
Leads me to conceive thoughts I’d never sough
Pride makes me deceive the very few around
That I am all right by myself.

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Watch the cars drive by along the open road
Wonder where they've been; imagine where they'll go
Have a good idea from the wounds they already show

See the planes soar by throughout the open sky
Think of where they've gone; guess to where they'll fly
Judge by the direction toward which the wings do glide

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