NOBODY

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         There are not a lot of choices.

         In my head, I can hear the voices.



         Nobody's knocking on my door.

        You see, nobody wants to explore with me.

        Nobody's calling me on the phone.

        I am all alone.

      Nobody wants to talk to me online.

        I don't think that's fine.



         That's the sentence, single for life, no wife.

         It's true.  I have no clue.  What I did do.

         It really makes me blue.      

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