| The streets are dark and empty and you walk them all alone
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| You think about your love affair and wonder what went wrong
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| You go to bed each night and pray you’ll never see the dawn
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| Afraid of each tomorrow with its heartless cold unknown
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| And that’s what it’s like to be lonesome with a heart of broken love has taught
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| to cry
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| And that’s what it’s like to be lonesome I know cause I’m a mighty lonesome guy
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| You search to find a tavern where the music’s playing loud
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| You try to lose your heartache in the laughter of the crowd
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| But the happy couples make you think of things that might have been
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| Then you’ll have to fight the teardrops till you’re by yourself again
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| And that’s what it’s like to be lonesome… |