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I try to be patient, |
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I try not to moan |
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But it's driving me crazy, trying to live here alone |
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My conversation gets nowhere when |
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I talk to myself |
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I've lost my sense of humor somewhere here on the shelf |
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The moon is wasting its shine shining on me |
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Until I see you again |
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I won't be out in the moonlight |
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And I'll be sleeping by ten |
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The birds are wasting their song singing to me |
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Until I'm waking with you |
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Until you're back in my arms, dear |
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The birds will have to find something better to do |
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A shoulder to cry on would make me feel fine |
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But it's not much comfort when |
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I'm crying on mine |
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Friends and relations are running out of patience with me |
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I keep myself to myself but |
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I'm no company |
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The moon is wasting its shine shining on me |
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Until I see you again |
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I won't be out in the moonlight |
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And I'll be sleeping by ten |
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The birds are wasting their song singing to me |
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Until I'm waking with you |
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Until you're back in my arms, dear |
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The birds will have to find something better to do |
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So baby, till you're back in my arms |
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The birds will have to find something better to do |
