And the television's on like a window to the soul
of America, let's keep the light's on
until the lonliness is gone.

And tonight I'm finding constellations in the freckles on your body and my arm's falling asleep. Don't worry about the phone calls.

Tonight all the lonely people riot and no one escapes unharmed.

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