I feel very lost and alone
Not even the ring of a telephone
Nothing there, perhaps a genie
I need someone feisty
The fog floats down round and round
It flows through the air, without a sound
Throughout the night, I hear it moan
Telling me there’s no one at home
My heart, has become really old
Leaves my house empty, cold
It will stay, mold and rot
Be thankful for the things you’ve got
I feel nothing, not heat, not cold 
It will be like this until I’m old
A heart that feels it needs a jolt
Lock her up, with screw and bolt.
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