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The night is bitter, |
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The stars have lost their glitter, |
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The winds grow colder, |
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And suddenly you're older |
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And all because of |
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The man that got away. |
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No more his eager call, |
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The writing's on the wall, |
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The dreams you dreamed have all |
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Gone astray. |
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The man that won you |
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Has run off and undone you. |
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That great beginning |
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Has seen it's final inning, |
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Don't know what happened |
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It's all a crazy game. |
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No more that all-time thrill |
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For you've been through the mill, |
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And never a new love will |
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Be the same. |
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Good riddance, good-bye. |
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Every trick of his you're on to - |
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But fools will be fools and where's he gone to? |
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The road gets rougher, |
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It's lonelier and tougher. |
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With hope you burn up, |
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Tomorrow he may turn up. |
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There's just no letup |
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The livelong night and day. |
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Ever since this world began |
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There is nothing sadder than |
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A one-man woman |
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Looking for the man that got away . . . |
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The road gets rougher, |
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It's lonelier and tougher. |
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With hope you burn up, |
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Tomorrow he may turn up. |
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There's just no letup |
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The livelong night and day. |
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Ever since this world began |
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There is nothing sadder than |
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A one-man woman |
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Looking for the man |
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The man that got away . . . |
