| Song | Go It Alone |
| Artist | Elton John |
| Album | Leather Jackets |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Bernie Taupin Music:Elton John | |
| It's so hard to say goodbye | |
| When there's nothing left to give | |
| When this house is just a hill of bones | |
| Where you and I once lived | |
| If we put it back together | |
| By the skin of our teeth | |
| You'd still pull it all apart | |
| Bit by bit, piece by piece | |
| And I'll go it alone | |
| Call this house my home | |
| Build it up again with someone new | |
| Build it brick by brick | |
| Till I find a girl that fits | |
| This home's a whole lot better without you | |
| There's no passion alive | |
| When you count your phony schemes | |
| And the cars you drive to buy your friends | |
| They don't ever come back clean | |
| If the cards on the table | |
| Always turn up spades | |
| The cards that always cheat the hearts | |
| The spades you play just dug my grave |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| It' s so hard to say goodbye | |
| When there' s nothing left to give | |
| When this house is just a hill of bones | |
| Where you and I once lived | |
| If we put it back together | |
| By the skin of our teeth | |
| You' d still pull it all apart | |
| Bit by bit, piece by piece | |
| And I' ll go it alone | |
| Call this house my home | |
| Build it up again with someone new | |
| Build it brick by brick | |
| Till I find a girl that fits | |
| This home' s a whole lot better without you | |
| There' s no passion alive | |
| When you count your phony schemes | |
| And the cars you drive to buy your friends | |
| They don' t ever come back clean | |
| If the cards on the table | |
| Always turn up spades | |
| The cards that always cheat the hearts | |
| The spades you play just dug my grave |
| Lyrics: Bernie Taupin Music: Elton John | |
| It' s so hard to say goodbye | |
| When there' s nothing left to give | |
| When this house is just a hill of bones | |
| Where you and I once lived | |
| If we put it back together | |
| By the skin of our teeth | |
| You' d still pull it all apart | |
| Bit by bit, piece by piece | |
| And I' ll go it alone | |
| Call this house my home | |
| Build it up again with someone new | |
| Build it brick by brick | |
| Till I find a girl that fits | |
| This home' s a whole lot better without you | |
| There' s no passion alive | |
| When you count your phony schemes | |
| And the cars you drive to buy your friends | |
| They don' t ever come back clean | |
| If the cards on the table | |
| Always turn up spades | |
| The cards that always cheat the hearts | |
| The spades you play just dug my grave |