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I've been cryin' all the Winter. |
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I've been waiting for some good to come my way, |
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But I'll wait till the Summer comes along. |
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Dear Lord, have I done so much wrong. |
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How can I go on, |
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Wondering what I did wrong, |
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Can it be too much to ask? |
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Please, oh please, let it be. |
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If the Summer'll come my way, |
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Will I find someone to take the place of (?)? |
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But I'll wait till the Summer comes along. |
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Dear Lord, tell me what could I've done wrong. |
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Can it be that she, |
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Never wanted to, |
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Break some poor mother's heart? |
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Please, oh please, let it be. |
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I know my Summer'll never come. |
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I know I'll cry until my dying day has come. |
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Let the Winter roll along. |
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I've got nothing left but song. |
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Oh, oh, what's happened? |
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Oh, oh, what's happened? |
