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I spend the night in a chair |
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Thinking' she'll be there |
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But she never comes |
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And I wake up and wipe |
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The sleep from my eyes |
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And I rise, to spend another day |
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Without her |
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It's just no good anymore |
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When you walk through the door |
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Of an empty room |
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You go inside and set a table for one |
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It's no fun |
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When you have to spend the day without her |
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We burst the pretty balloon |
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Took us to the moon |
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Such a beautiful thing |
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But it's ended now and it sounds like a lie |
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If I said I'd rather die, |
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Than be without her |
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Love is a beautiful thing |
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When it knows how to swing |
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And it grooves like a clock |
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But the hands on the clock |
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Tell the lovers to the part |
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And it's breakin' my heart |
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To spend another day without her |
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I'll spend the night in a chair |
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Thinking she'll be there |
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But she'll never come |
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And I'll wake up and wipe |
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The sleep from my eyes |
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And I'll rise and spend the day without her |
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Can't go on without her |
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There's no song without her |
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Can't go on without her. |
