| Sunday mornin', it came without warnin'
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| After another sad Saturday night
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| No understandin' her change in plans and
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| I’m way to weak to fight
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| Well stranger’s faces on this crowded street
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| They all turn away when they, they look at me
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| They don’t wanna see these tears in my eyes
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| But there ain’t no good place to cry
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| So I found my way down to lower Broadway
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| Where nobody knows my name
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| I was just another fool sittin' down there on another stool
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| With another woman to blame
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| And I don’t wanna share my story
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| And all the same old blues, they bore me
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| I just need to find a good place to hide
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| 'Cause there ain’t no good place to cry
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| And I don’t want anyone to see
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| And I don’t want anyone to pity me
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| So I might have to walk these streets all night
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| 'Cause there ain’t no good place to cry
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| Oh there ain’t no good place to cry |