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How soon is now?

I am the son,
I am the heir.
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.
I am the son and heir.
Of nothing in particular.

You shut your mouth.
How can you say,
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else does.

I am the son,
I am the heir.
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.
I am the son and heir.
Of nothing in particular.

You shut your mouth.
How can you say,
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else does.

There's a club if you'd like to go.
You could meet somebody,
Who really loves you.
So you go and you stand on your own.
And you leave on your own.
And you go home, and you cry,
And you want to die.

When you say it's gonna happen now...
What exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long,
And all my hope is...
Gone.

You shut your mouth.
How can you say,
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else does.