| The good times come and go
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| But the bad times take a hold
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| Every chance they get
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| And when you’re hurt inside
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| It’s an easy ride
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| Down that amber current cold and fast
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| Into that glass of ice
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| When lonely calls
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| It’s my name that it’s shouting
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| It’s my strength that it’s doubting
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| It’s my mind that it’s clouding
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| And like an old friend I’ll come running
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| Tears and all
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| When lonely calls
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| Tomorrow’s hard to tell
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| But if I don’t feel like hell
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| I’ll put my best smile on
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| And I’ll head to town
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| And I’ll find the crowd
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| And I’ll laugh and dance and sing out loud
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| Til lonely comes around
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| When lonely calls
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| It’s my name that it’s shouting
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| It’s my strength that it’s doubting
|
| It’s my mind that it’s clouding
|
| And like an old friend I’ll come running
|
| Tears and all
|
| When lonely calls
|
| The good times come and go
|
| But the bad times take a hold
|
| Every chance they get
|
| And when you’re hurt inside
|
| It’s an easy ride
|
| Down that amber current cold and fast
|
| Into that glass of ice
|
| When lonely calls
|
| It’s my name that it’s shouting
|
| It’s my strength that it’s doubting
|
| It’s my mind that it’s clouding
|
| And like an old friend I’ll come running
|
| Tears and all
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| When lonely calls |