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His head is kinda achin'Too many cigarettes and too much of this bottleToo many things on his mind tonightToo much thinkin' latelyAbout the things that are missingand the things he'll never find'till he can reach and turn on the lightsWatchin' the clock moveFillin' up the ash traySpilling his guts to somebody that's not even thereTime is moving slowlyHe feels like he's the only needle in this haystackHe's a needle in a haystackHe's feelin' kinda hazyAll out of luck with no place to goHe's turnin' out all the lightsHe thinks he's goin' crazyHidin' from things he's already shownThe things he's avoided alll his lifeHe sees faces in the mirrorShowin' him what kind of man he's become(What kind of man have I become?)Reachin' out from in himHe sees the side of him that needs to be alone(What kind of man always needs to be alone?)
His head is kinda achin'Too many cigarettes and too much of this bottleToo many things on his mind tonightToo much thinkin' latelyAbout the things that are missingand the things he'll never find'till he can reach and turn on the lightsWatchin' the clock moveFillin' up the ash traySpilling his guts to somebody that's not even thereTime is moving slowlyHe feels like he's the only needle in this haystackHe's a needle in a haystackHe's feelin' kinda hazyAll out of luck with no place to goHe's turnin' out all the lightsHe thinks he's goin' crazyHidin' from things he's already shownThe things he's avoided alll his lifeHe sees faces in the mirrorShowin' him what kind of man he's become(What kind of man have I become?)Reachin' out from in himHe sees the side of him that needs to be alone(What kind of man always needs to be alone?)