| Sorrow is a lonely road,
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| Rain alike your tears.
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| Its heavy on the roof,
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| On the roof above your head.
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| Tomorrow is a lovers town,
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| That’s been beaten down.
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| Hand of winter holds,
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| Life we’ve lived.
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| Instead of drowning in dispair,
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| For I find small comfort in a bottle
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| When we’re apart.
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| They say don’t let the teardrops rust you shining heart.
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| I used to drive all night for you,
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| While the children were asleep.
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| As the dawn broke on your roof,
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| Back into the house I’d creep.
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| Where my husband slept alone,
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| Of course he must have known.
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| For we always hide the truth
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| For fear of losing what we own.
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| So don’t forget the words that we choose,
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| And constantly misuse.
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| For they were written down
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| Everytime we were apart.
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| They say don’t let the teardrops rust your shining heart.
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| So don’t forget the words that we choose,
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| And constantly misuse.
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| For they were written down
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| Everytime we were apart.
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| They say don’t let the teardrops rust your shining heart.
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| Don’t let the teardrops rust your shining heart. |