| I’ve chased all the cracks up and down the ceiling
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| Worn a path across these hardwood floors
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| I’ve stared at the walls and I’ve looked out the window
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| And I pray for your knock upon my door
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| There’s a sad lovers' moon shining on the evening
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| I miss you more than ever and I’m sorry that you’re gone
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| I wish things were different
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| I had no way of knowing
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| If you’re all by yourself tonight
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| You ain’t alone, you ain’t alone
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| No coffee on the stove
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| And on the table in the kitchen
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| There’s a busted hand of midnight solitaire
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| There’s a ghost in the bedroom
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| A nightgown on the dresser
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| A broken heart that wishes you were there
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| There’s a sad lovers' moon shining on the evening
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| I miss you more than ever and I’m sorry that you’re gone
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| I wish things were different
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| I had no way of knowing
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| If you’re all by yourself tonight
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| You ain’t alone, you ain’t alone
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| Tears of sorrow and regret
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| Ashtrays full of cigarettes
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| Empty bottles lined up just like soldiers
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| But by now somebody holds her |