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Whenever light shines down on misery |
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It can only make things worse |
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On the day we met she burned so bright |
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I was lucky as a gypsy curse |
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Well she was blushing like a wedding day |
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With her eyes so sharp and black |
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And her gentle little smile |
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Was the color of blood |
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And she's never ever coming back |
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Now let me tell you: |
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I've been up since a quarter to three |
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And I've been pacing back and forth |
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Through the hall |
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I've been thinking 'bout the first time |
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She took my hand |
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And I don't understand it at all |
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Whatever hopes I once kept safe and sound |
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In a locker underneath my bed |
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Whatever thoughts I once kept to myself |
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Are drowneded out and dead |
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Because she sounded like a symphony |
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When she simply said my name |
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And the long blue days |
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That once were hers |
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Are long now just the same |
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In the hallway hangs a photograph |
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On her hand, a diamond ring |
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She mailed it with a little note |
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She nailed it to the edge of my wing |
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I have burned out every sympathy |
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And the house is still and black |
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But now I've seen my misery |
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And she's never ever coming back |
