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In a little while from now |
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If I'm not feeling any less sour |
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I promise myself to treat myself |
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And visit a nearby tower |
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And climbing to the top, will throw myself off |
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In an effort to make it clear |
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To who ever what it's like when you're shattered |
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Left standing in the lurch at a church |
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Where people saying, "My God, that's tough |
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She's stood him up no point in us remaining |
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We may as well go home" |
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As I did on my own alone again, naturally |
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To think that only yesterday |
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I was cheerful, bright and gay |
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Looking forward to well who wouldn't do |
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The role I was about to play |
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But as if to knock me down reality came around |
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And without so much, as a mere touch |
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Cut me into little pieces leaving me to doubt |
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Talk about God in His mercy |
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Who if He really does exist |
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Why did he desert me in my hour of need |
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I truly am indeed, alone again, naturally |
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It seems to me that there are more hearts |
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Broken in the world that can't be mended |
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Left unattended |
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What do we do? What do we do? |
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Alone again, naturally |
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Now looking back over the years |
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And whatever else that appears |
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I remember I cried when my father died |
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Never wishing to hide the tears |
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And at sixty-five years old |
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My mother, God rest her soul |
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Couldn't understand why the only man |
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She had ever loved had been taken |
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Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken |
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Despite encouragement from me |
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No words were ever spoken and when she passed away |
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I cried and cried all day, alone again, naturally |
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Alone again, naturally |
