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She sits alone in a crowded room She says someday will get here soon And when it does, boy, I'm oughta here She says I don't remember love But it must be cut above Grom 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? Isn't wanting enough? Isn't wanting enough? 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?