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Hear the lonesome whipperwill |
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He sounds too blue to fly |
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The midnight train is whining low |
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I'm So Lonesome |
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I Could Cry |
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I never seen a night so long |
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When times goes crawling by |
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The moon just went behind a cloud |
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To hide it's face and cry |
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Well maybe the night is cold |
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But together they fade |
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Like the shadow that ran up to the hills |
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Trying to fix her wings |
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There's a saint and a sinner and forever the missing day |
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Where the winners and the losers feel the same |
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Who knows what tomorrow brings |
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Did you ever see a robin weep |
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When leaves begin to die |
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That means he's lost the will to live |
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I'm So Lonesome |
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I Could Cry |
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The silence of a falling star |
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Lights a purple sky |
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And I wonder where you are |
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I'm So Lonesome |
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I Could Cry |
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Well maybe the night is cold |
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But together they fade |
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Like the shadow that ran up to the hills |
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Trying to fix her wings |
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There's a saint and a sinner and forever the missing day |
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Where the winners and the losers feel the same |
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Who knows what tomorrow brings |
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Hear the lonesome whipperwill |
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He sounds too blue to fly |
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The midnight train is whining low |
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I'm So Lonesome |
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I Could Cry |
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I'm So Lonesome |
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I Could Cry |
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I'm So Lonesome |
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I Could Cry |
