| I wish that you could see
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| All the things that I have seen
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| This mind of mine is making life worthwhile
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| I wish that you’d have know
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| Of all the plans I had in store for us
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| Laughing, dancing, traveling the world of our own
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| And this man, he weeps tonight
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| And his head is bowed with sorrow
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| But what can you do, sitting there
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| When you let him cry tomorrow
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| Yes, you’ll let him cry tomorrow
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| Yes, you’ll let him cry tomorrow
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| I thought our thing would last
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| 'Cause it said so in my horoscope
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| The days have gone and past while dreaming away
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| The light in here is dim
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| And the room closes in around me
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| Your picture’s hanging loose on a rusting nail
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| And this man, he weeps tonight
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| And his head is bowed with sorrow
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| But what can you do, sitting there
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| When you let him cry tomorrow
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| Yes, you’ll let him cry tomorrow
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| Yes, you’ll let him cry tomorrow
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| And this man, he weeps tonight
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| And his head is bowed with sorrow
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| But what can you do, sitting there
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| When you let him cry tomorrow
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| Yes, you’ll let him cry tomorrow
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| Yes, you’ll let him cry tomorrow |