| Through a blurry window out above the rooftop,
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| I keep looking at the rain-swept sky
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| In this small apartment where she used to love me,
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| I just sit here as my life goes by.
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| There’s no doorbell ringing, no sweet sounds of singing,
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| Just a silent room where tears won’t dry.
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| Life is sad when people hurt you, sad when friends desert you,
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| Sad when dreams get lost beyond recall,
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| But remembering that love stopped blossoming,
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| And that’s the saddest thing of all.
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| Once we had it made, our days one grand parade
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| Of thrills and laughter, only lovers know,
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| She was proud of me and we were young and free
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| One touch was all it took, and off we go,
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| Now above the rain, I hear a passing plane,
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| And all my loneliness begins to show.
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| Life is sad when people hurt you, sad when friends desert you,
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| Sad when dreams get lost beyond recall,
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| But remembering from spring to lonely spring,
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| Well, that’s the saddest thing of all. |