No one likes to be alone
Coming down on the telephone.
Across the city across the sea,
Come back baby connect to me.
Wrote you a letter sent to your heart,
Backwards rewinds to the start:
Sweet little words of therapy
To come back baby connect to me.
And the phone calls
And the shooting stars:
We'll be fine.
Oh, yeah, nevermind, just nevermind.
And the phone calls
And the shooting stars:
We'll be fine.
Oh, yeah, nevermind, just nevermind.
And the phone calls
And the shooting stars:
We'll be fine.
Oh, yeah, nevermind, just nevermind.
No one likes to be alone,
But coming down's better on your own.
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Никому не нравится быть одиноким
В ожидании телефонного звонка.
Через города и океаны,
Вернись, малышка, присоединяйся ко мне.
Я написал тебе письмо и отправил прямо в твоё сердце,
Перемотав в начало запись разговора:
Немного терапии сладких слов
Чтобы вернуть тебя, малышка, присоединяйся ко мне.
И телефонные звонки
И падающие звезды:
Мы будем в порядке.
О, да, не бери в голову, просто не бери в голову
И телефонные звонки
И падающие звезды:
Мы будем в порядке.
О, да, не бери в голову, просто не бери в голову
И телефонные звонки
И падающие звезды:
Мы будем в порядке.
О, да, не бери в голову, просто не бери в голову
Никому не нравится быть одиноким
Но падать лучше в одиночку
No one likes to be alone
Coming down on the telephone.
Across the city across the sea,
Come back baby connect to me.
Wrote you a letter sent to your heart,
Backwards rewinds to the start:
Sweet little words of therapy
To come back baby connect to me.
And the phone calls
And the shooting stars:
We'll be fine.
Oh, yeah, nevermind, just nevermind.
And the phone calls
And the shooting stars:
We'll be fine.
Oh, yeah, nevermind, just nevermind.
And the phone calls
And the shooting stars:
We'll be fine.
Oh, yeah, nevermind, just nevermind.
No one likes to be alone,
But coming down's better on your own.
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No one likes being alone
Waiting for a phone call.
Through cities and oceans
Come back baby, join me.
I wrote you a letter and sent right to your heart
Rewind to the beginning of the conversation recording:
A bit of sweet word therapy
To bring you back, baby, join me.
And phone calls
And the shooting stars:
We will be fine.
Oh yeah, never mind, just never mind
And phone calls
And the shooting stars:
We will be fine.
Oh yeah, never mind, just never mind
And phone calls
And the shooting stars:
We will be fine.
Oh yeah, never mind, just never mind
No one likes being alone
But falling is better alone