Long-nosed old pros, trading used quotes
Men with pencils making copious notes
Out in the dark of the far-left wing
An old man shaking a sheet of tin
Judgements fall into well spun webs
Ditches are full of used bayonets
Local priest still holds the floor
With the same old line from the time before
Don't you know when I've had enough
I laugh at love, ain't that tough?
Don't you know when I've had enough
Like to be alone
Got to be alone, wanna be alone
Sacred professions still guard the walls
But the castle keep's guaranteed to fall
Selling souls for a mean half-truth
Clown and the king share the palace roof
Broken flowers leave a funeral train
When you're out in the desert, don't you pray for rain?
Don't you know when I've had enough?
Laugh at love, all that stuff
Don't you know when I've had enough
Like to be alone?
Got to be alone, wanna be alone
They fool themselves
Into thinking that they're talking about it
That they never doubted
Got to be alone, I wanna be alone
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Save me, save me
Save me, save me
I've got to be alone, wanna be alone
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Oh, don't you know when I've had enough
Laugh at love, ain't that tough?
Don't you know when I've had enough
I laugh at love and all that stuff
Don't you know when I've had enough, like to be alone?
Got to be alone, wanna be alone
Just to be alone, got to be alone
Alone, alone, alone, alone
Wanna be alone, just to be alone
Got to be alone