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she sits alone in a crowded room she says someday will get here soon and when it does spoil out of here she says I don`t remember love but it must be cut above from what`s going on around here what is wrong with me? I`m out of love these are the dreams that scars are made of is it too much to ask to win just once? just once? she says X marks the spot where I used to feel baby it`s all right cuz it never heals what is wrong with me? I`m out of love these are the dreams that scars are made of is it too much to ask to win just once? just once? isn`t wanting enough? isn`t wanting enough? what is wrong with me? I`m out of love these are the dreams that scars are made of is it too much to ask? is it too much to ask?