| I cried for you
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| Now it’s your turn to cry over me Every road has a turning
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| That’s one thing you’re learning.
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| I cried for you
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| What a fool I used to be But I’ll find two eyes just a little bit bluer,
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| I’ll find a heart just a little bit truer.
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| I cried for you
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| Now it’s your turn to cry over me.
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| (dialogue)
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| I know I’m no glamour girl like Baby-- like her.
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| But maybe someday you’ll realize that glamour isn’t the only thing in this
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| world.
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| If your show’s a flop you’ll find you can’t eat glamour for breakfast.
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| Anyway, I might be pretty good-looking myself when I grow out of this
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| ugly-duckling stage.
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| And you’re no Clark Gable yourself.
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| But that’s all right.
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| Don’t worry about me, I’ll recover.
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| Time is a great healer.
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| But in the future if we should meet again at the opera or at a ball, and
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| I’m dazzling in my diamonds and pearls and ermine wraps, and surrounded by lords and dukes and princes, you’ll probably be sorry.
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| And you’ll probably realize that life is just an idiot’s delight.
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| And as I speed through the night into the abyss of oblivion, I can only say
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| thanks — thanks for the memory.
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| (singing)
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| I’ll find two eyes just a little bit bluer,
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| I’ll find a heart just a little bit truer.
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| I cried for you
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| Now it’s your turn to cry over me. |