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In a little while from now |
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If I'm not feeling any less sour |
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I promise myself to treat myself |
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And visit a nearby tower |
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And climbing to the top |
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Will throw myself off |
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In an effort to |
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Make it clear to whoever |
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What it's like |
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When you're shattered |
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Left standing in the lurch at a church |
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Were people are saying, My God, that's tough |
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She stood him up |
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No point in us remaining |
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We may as well go home |
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As I did on my own |
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Alone again, naturally |
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To think that only yesterday |
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I was cheerful, bright and gay |
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Looking forward to who wouldn't do |
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The role I was about to play |
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But as if to knock me down |
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Reality came around |
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And without so much as a mere touch |
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Cut me into little pieces |
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Leaving me to doubt |
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Talk about, God in His mercy |
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Oh, if he really does exist |
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Why did he desert me. |
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In my hour of need |
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I truly am indeed |
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Alone again, naturally |
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It seems to me that |
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there are more hearts |
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Broken in the world |
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that can't be mended |
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Left unattended |
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What do we do |
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What do we do |
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Looking back over the years |
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And whatever else that appears |
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I remember I cried when my father died |
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Never wishing to hide the tears |
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And at sixty-five years old |
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My mother, God rest her soul |
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Couldn't understand why the only man |
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She had ever loved had been taken |
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Leaving her to start |
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With a heart so badly broken |
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Despite encouragement from me |
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No words were ever spoken |
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And when she passed away |
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I cried and cried all day |
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Alone again, naturally |
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Alone again, naturally |
