| The night is bitter,
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| The stars have lost their glitter;
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| The winds grow colder
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| And suddenly you’re older —
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| And all because of the man that got away.
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| No more his eager call,
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| The writing’s on the wall;
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| The dreams you dreamed have all
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| Gone astray.
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| The man that won you
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| Has gone off and undone you.
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| That great beginning
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| Has seen the final inning.
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| Don’t know what happened. |
| It’s all a crazy game!
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| No more that all-time thrill,
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| For you’ve been through the mill —
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| And never a new love will
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| Be the same.
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| Good riddance, good-bye!
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| Ev’ry trick of his you’re on to.
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| But, fools will be fools —
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| And where’s he gone to?
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| The road gets rougher,
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| It’s lonelier and tougher.
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| With hope you burn up —
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| Tomorrow he may turn up.
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| There’s just no letup the live-long night and day!
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| Ever since this world began
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| There is nothing sadder than
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| A one-man woman looking for
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| The man that got away…
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| The man that got away. |