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| Misery Loves Company |
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| It's another lonely Saturday night |
| In the tiny studio apartment where I live |
| All by myself |
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| Now, I can't sleep so I go downstairs |
| And the night is warm, and everywhere |
| I see hearts spray-painted on walls and fences |
| And lovers have taken all the park benches |
| And I feel so sad - too sad for words |
| If I had some bread I'd feed these birds |
| If I had some sense I'd go back to bed |
| But I end up going downtown instead |
| And the people look sharp; they're nicely dressed |
| But that just makes me more depressed |
| I want the whole world to feel as bad as me |
| Because misery loves company |
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| Misery |
| Everybody talks about misery |
| No, it isn't just me |
| Nine out of ten of my friends agree |
| That misery loves company |
| Misery loves company |
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| So I order a double at a singles bar |
| And I watch TV while some creeps watch me |
| The sports guy runs down the losing scores |
| And they show some athletic injury |
| And I think of all the times that I got hurt |
| In exploratory sexual surgery |
| And this barroom gloom is an operating room |
| For ghouls who feed on misery |
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| Misery |
| Everybody suffers some misery |
| You can take it from me |
| Everybody wants a little sympathy |
| And misery loves company |
| Misery loves company |
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| It's not the alcohol that calls us all |
| It just lubricates our emptiness |
| It's not the cheap draft beer that brings us here |
| We've got misery to thank for our togetherness |
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| It starts to get late and I think how I hate |
| This crazy dating industry |
| Everyone laughs at some infantile joke |
| And the smell of smoke starts to get to me |
| And the floor is littered with cigarette butts |
| And I'm eating complementary nuts |
| Ignoring guys with big beer guts |
| Who won't stop coming on to me |
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| Then I notice this guy from the corner of my eye |
| He almost blends in with the scenery |
| As he sits and thinks and nurses his drink |
| But there's something about him that appeals to me |
| And he runs his hand through his uncombed hair |
| As he stares at the upholstery |
| But he'll notice me eventually |
| Because misery loves company |
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| Misery |
| Everybody knows about misery |
| And it seems to me |
| We're in the same pain emotionally |
| And it's misery |
| I don't want to hear about misery |
| But inevitably |
| I complain to you and you complain to me |
| Because misery loves company |
| Misery loves company |
| Misery loves company |
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| Barbara - Lead and
backing vocals |
| Mike - Backing vocals,
acoustic guitars, bass, guiro, clave, tambourine |
| Norin Lavender - Drums |
| Kazi Oliver - Congas |
| Marc Shulman -
Occasional electric guitar |
| Rob Stein - Electric
guitar, electric slide guitar |