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Gordon jenkins / tom adair |
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I'm just about fed up |
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I've finally had my fill |
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Of sitting around and crying in my beer |
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I've drunk the bitter cup |
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I've downed the bitter pill |
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While waiting for the silver lining to appear |
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I'm going to stack my blues up |
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On the very highest shelf |
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I'm going to pack my blues up |
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And get wise to myself |
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(weep no more, my baby) |
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(weep no more, my baby) |
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Weep no more |
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I'm going to weep no more |
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I'm putting an end to this lonesome game |
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(it's such a lonesome game this crying) |
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Cry no tears, i'm going to cry no tears |
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Each time that i happen to hear his name |
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(i hear his name) |
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I'm going out on the town |
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This hopeless torch i will drown |
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'cause i'm tired of running around |
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(running around) |
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With just a memory |
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Weep no more, i'm going to weep no more |
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Till somebody weeps |
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(until somebody weeps) for me |
