| In a little while from now
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| If I’m not feeling any less sour
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| I promise myself to treat myself
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| And visit a nearby tower
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| And climbing to the top will throw myself off
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| In an effort to make it clear to who
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| Ever what it’s like when you’re shattered
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| Left standing in the lurch at a church
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| Where people saying: «My God, that’s tough
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| She’s stood him up»
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| No point in us remaining
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| We may as well go home
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| As I did on my own
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| Alone again, naturally
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| To think that only yesterday
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| I was cheerful, bright and gay
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| Looking forward to well wouldn’t do The role I was about to play
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| But as if to knock me down
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| Reality came around
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| And without so much, as a mere touch
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| Cut me into little pieces
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| Leaving me to doubt
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| Talk about God and His mercy
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| Or if He really does exist
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| Why did He desert me in my hour of need
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| I truly am indeed
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| Alone again, naturally
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| It seems to me that there are more hearts
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| Broken in the world that can’t be mended
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| Left unattended
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| What do we do? |
| What do we do?
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| Now looking back over the years
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| And whatever else that appears
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| I remember I cried when my father died
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| Never wishing to hide the tears
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| And at sixty-five years old
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| My mother, God rest her soul
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| Couldn’t understand why the only man
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| She had ever loved had been taken
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| Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
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| Despite encouragement from me
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| No words were ever spoken
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| And when she passed away
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| I cried and cried all day
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| Alone again, naturally
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| Alone again, naturally
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| Alone again, naturally |