Land of the Lonely

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If I fall, no on can save me
If I mess up, its over
You’re in the land of the lonely

No one’s here to back me up
No one’s here to catch the ball
You’re in the land of the lonely

No simple, simmering, sand to save you
There are no mistakes in the outfield
You’re on your own





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