| Oh, the road of love is rocky, and it’s lonely, and so blue
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| When the one you dream of, walks on ahead of you
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| Well, I laughed the day she left me, said she’d come back in awhile
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| But for every inch I’ve laughed, I’ve cried a mile
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| It’s a mighty lonesome feeling, when you go to bed at night;
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| And there’s nothing but a memory, and a pillow on your right
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| Oh, if men were born to suffer, then I guess I’m right in style
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| Cause for every inch I’ve laughed, I’ve cried a mile
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| Well, I laughed and said a new love would be easy to find;
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| I was right, they’re so easy, and all the wrong kind
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| As I travel down life’s highway, it hardly seems worthwhile
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| That for every inch I’ve laughed, I’ve cried a mile
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| It’s a mighty lonesome feeling, when you go to bed at night;
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| And there’s nothing but a memory, and a pillow on your right
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| Oh, if men were born to suffer, then I guess I’m right in style
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| Cause for every inch I’ve laughed, I’ve cried a mile |