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(A. Ferrier) |
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AL FERRIER (poss. Goldband) |
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It's lonely living, when you're all alone |
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Sitting and waiting by the telephone |
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Waiting for a call that never seems to come |
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Telling me, that girl of mine's returning home |
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Send her back, send her back |
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I'll never more do wrong |
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Send her back, send her back |
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I'm tired of being alone |
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I'm lonesome, as lonesome as I can be |
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Please send my baby back to me |
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Over and over it goes through my mind |
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Regrets of the way I wasted all my time |
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Trifling and cheating till I lost my love |
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So now I spend this prayer to God above |
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Send her back, send her back |
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I'll never more do wrong |
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Send her back, send her back |
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I'm tired of living alone |
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I'm lonesome, as lonesome as I can be |
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Please send my baby back to me |
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Send her back, send her back |
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I'll never more do wrong |
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Send her back, send her back |
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I'm tired of living alone |
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I'm lonesome, as lonesome as I can be |
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Please send my baby back to me |
