| I’m unhappy
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| So unhappy
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| For I can see
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| The one I love don’t care about me
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| And I’d be happy
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| Oh, so happy
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| But it was fate that it was too late when I happened to find her
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| The one I love belongs to somebody else
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| She sings her tender song for somebody else
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| And even when I have my arms around her
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| I know her thoughts are strong for somebody else
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| The hands I hold belong to somebody else
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| I’ll bet they’re not so cold for somebody else
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| It’s tough enough to be on the shelf
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| It’s worse to fall in love by yourself
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| The one I love belongs to somebody else
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| The one I love belongs to somebody else
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| She sings her tender song for somebody else
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| And even when I have my arms around her
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| I know her thoughts are strong for somebody else
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| The hands I hold belong to somebody else
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| I’ll bet they’re not so cold to somebody else
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| When I make love, she’s more like a pal
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| She calls me «John» and my name is Al
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| The one I love belongs to somebody else |