| 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
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| that's tough 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 who wouldn't do
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| 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
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| 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 in his mercy
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| Who 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?
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| What do we do?
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| Alone again, naturally.
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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 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. |