Loneliness get's under my skin,
crawls around,
comes out again.
And something new is born.
Combine my heart
with a lonesome ache
and a new heart starts.
And something new is born.
It starts with talking out loud
and a voice answers unexpectedly
"I never thought you'd talk to me!"
And something new is born.
It shares my joy and love and pain,
it knows how to listen and comfort;
it keeps my heart dry when it's caught in the rain.
And something new is born.
I gave it a name and I gave it a home.
I brought it to life through my pain;
and with him by my side I'm never alone.
For someone new has been born.
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