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Mr. Lonely

by Portugal. The Man

on Woodstock (2017)

(New York City 1977)

Are you living your teens in a shed?
Is growing up giving you the bends?
Is my little sunshine getting jealous of the moonbeams
Feeling gloomy in your bed?

You left your friends
Where the pavement ends
The road of broken bones begins
Between here and now

There's glitter falling and a banner that says
"Welcome to Hell"
Make yourself at home
But leave behind free will
Can you feel me now?

You know I can't feel this pain in my heart
Because it's hard to see it falling apart
Maybe I'm too blind to see why trouble finds me
But if it's here I'd rather see where it leads
Call me Mr. Lonely

You can call me anything
Call me if you know me
You can call me king I got 48 below me
You can call me anything, call me if you know me
You can call me king but there ain't below me
You can call me king
I'm the king you wanna know me
But no one calls me
I call me Mr. Lonely

The stars are falling and I bet they got some stories to tell
Be like long ago when I knew you well
Listen for a change
Can you hear it now?

You know I can't feel this pain in my heart
Because it's honestly been falling apart
Maybe I'm too blind to see how trouble finds me
Well, if it's here I'm gonna see where it leads
Call me Mr. Lonely

You can call me anything
Call me if you know me
You can call me king, I got .48 below me
You can call me anything, call me if you know me
You can call me king but there ain't below me
You can call me king, I'm the king you wanna know me
But no one calls me
I call me Mr. Lonely

Do you whisper your dreams to the deaf (hello?)
Deny that it's all in your head
Bitter past sleeps sitting pretty in a limousine
Lookin' coolly under fed
Leave your friends where the pavement ends
The road of broken begins
Feet don't fail me now

Broken promises, alcohol anonymous
Inducted in the hall of fame for vomitin'
I puked around the world, I'm the Duke of Earl
I used to have a girl but she wasn't happy

She left me naturally she left with Natalie
They left in the back of a taxi they was laughin' at me
So I lit the club, bottles up, poppin' shit
False sense of happiness, perhaps I'll take what I get

I guess it's better than nothing, right?
At least I got this blunt to light
I'm doin' what I want tonight
And tomorrow I'm like, "fuck my life"
Laugh once, cry twice
I'm bad at takin' good advice
Man this lonely life ain't nothin' nice