| You stepped off my porch
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| And shuffled right through those leaves
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| Well, I can’t say for sure
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| But you’ve given me back that rain
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| And you always said, you like the sad ones best
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| I know it ain’t much but it’s the best I can do
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| It’s just something to cry to
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| It’s something to cry to when I’m gone
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| Just something to cry to
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| It’s something to cry to when you’re wrong
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| 'Cause baby, I’m gone
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| Well, you spin the dial
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| But there’s nothing that you wanna hear
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| Well, we can talk for miles
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| But we’ve driven down off those years
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| And you always said, you like the sad ones best
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| I know it ain’t much but it’s the best I can do
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| It’s just something to cry to
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| It’s something to cry to when I’m gone
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| Just something to cry to
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| It’s something to cry to when you’re wrong
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| 'Cause baby, I’m gone
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| Underneath the way maybe, I’m wrong
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| Don’t look back these days, hey
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| And you always said, you like the sad ones best
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| I know it ain’t much but it’s the best that I can do
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| It’s just something to cry to
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| It’s something to cry to when I’m gone
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| Just something to cry to
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| It’s something to cry to when you’re wrong
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| Just something to cry to
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| It’s something to cry to when I’m gone
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| Just something to cry to
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| It’s something to cry to when you’re wrong
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| 'Cause baby, I’m gone, baby, I’m gone
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| 'Cause baby, I’m gone, baby, I’m gone |