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Lying and thinking for many nights

How to find my soul a home

Where water is not thirsty,

And bread loaf is not stone.

I decided upon one thing

And I don't believe I'm wrong

That nobody, But nobody

Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires,

With money they can't use,

Their wives run round like banshees

Their children sing the blues,

They've got expensive doctors,

To cure their hearts of stone.

But nobody realizes one thing,

that nobody

Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely

I'll tell you what I know

Storm clouds are gathering

The wind is going to blow

The race of man is suffering

And can't you hear the moan?

because nobody,

But nobody

Can make it out here alone.