| Sitting all alone with my whisky on ice,
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| I wonder why he’s not with me tonight.
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| If the rain be on tonight then I won’t sleep.
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| I’m haunted by this loneliness I keep.
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| And it’s too late to cry cause we left it all behind,
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| Too late to cry cause there’s nothing left defied.
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| You won’t get more than you’re living for,
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| And it’s too late to cry tonight.
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| It doesn’t seem much point in us carrying on,
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| We pretend to cry but the feelings are gone.
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| I hear the death man has lost his mate,
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| The silence that follows him tells me about our fate.
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| And it’s too late to cry cause we left it all behind,
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| Too late to cry cause there’s nothing left defied.
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| You won’t get more than you’re living for,
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| And it’s too late to cry tonight.
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| Empty glass before me tells the story in my eyes,
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| The dimness it has giving me won’t let me realize.
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| That love is more or less the state of mind we go through,
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| with no guarantee to what it holds me or you.
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| And it’s too late to cry cause we left it all behind,
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| Too late to cry cause there’s nothing left defied.
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| You won’t get more than you’re living for,
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| And it’s too late to cry tonight. |