| Baby, baby, since you’ve been gone
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| I ain’t doing so good
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| I don’t get up, paint my face
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| And go out like I should
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| Baby, you turned a clear night sky
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| Into a dark, dark hole
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| And when I see a sunset now
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| I’m just looking at a painting in a cheap motel
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| Baby, I’m going on without you
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| Maybe I’m even gonna get through
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| But baby, I’ll tell you something
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| That’ll never be true
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| Baby, I’ll get over you
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| Sometimes I feel that
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| My only friend is a whiskey glass
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| You know it don’t stop the time
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| But it helps it pass
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| That old sun coming in my room
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| Well, it hurts my eyes
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| I see people walking out on the day
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| But I stay inside, I need to hide
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| Baby, I’m going on without you
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| Maybe I’m even gonna get through
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| But baby, I’ll tell you something
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| That’ll never be true
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| Baby, I’ll get over you
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| I’ll get over you when the moon
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| Gets tired of chasing the sun
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| I’ll get over you when all
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| God’s work on earth is done
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| And on that day when
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| I go to meet my maker’s son
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| I’ll need no one and I’ll be over you
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| Baby, I’m going on without you
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| Maybe I’m even gonna get through
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| But baby, I’ll tell you something
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| That’ll never be true
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| Baby, I’ll get over you
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| Baby, I’ll get over you |