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In a little while from now
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If I'm not feeling any less sour
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I promise myself to treat myself
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And visit a nearby tower
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And climbing to the top
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will throw myself off
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In an effort to make it clear
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to whoever what it's like
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when you're shattered
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Left standing in the lurch at a church
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Where people saying
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"My God, that's tough
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She's stood him up"
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No point in us remaining
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We may as well go home
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As I did on my own
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Alone again, naturally
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To think that only yesterday
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I was cheerful, bright and gay
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Looking forward to
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wouldn't do
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The role I was about to play
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But as if to knock me down
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Reality came around
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And without so much,
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as a mere touch
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Cut me into little pieces
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Leaving me to doubt
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Talk about God and His mercy
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Or if He really does exist
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Why did He desert me
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in my hour of need
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I truly am indeed Alone again,
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naturally
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It seems to me
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that there are more hearts
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broken in the world
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that can't be mended
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Left unattended
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What do we do?
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What do we do?
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Alone again, naturally
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Now looking back over the years
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And whatever else that appears
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I remember I cried
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when my father died
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Never wishing to hide the tears
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And at sixty-five years old
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My mother, God rest her soul,
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Couldn't understand
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why the only man she had ever loved
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had been taken
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Leaving her to start
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with a heart so badly broken
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Despite encouragement from me
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No words were ever spoken
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And when she passed away
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I cried and cried all day
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Alone again, naturally
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Alone again, naturally
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Alone Again
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| Gilbert O'Sullivan |
