(H. Nilsson)
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I spend the night in a chair
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Thinking she'll be there but she never comes
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I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
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Then I rise to spend another day without her
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It's just no good anymore
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When you walk through the door of an empty room
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You go inside and set a table for one
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It's no fun when you have to spend a day without her
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He burst a pretty balloon
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Took it to the moon
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It was such a beautiful thing
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But it's ended now and it sounds like a lie
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I said I'd rather die that be without her
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Love is such a beautiful thing
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When it knows how to swing
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And it grooves like a clock
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But the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part
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And it's breaking my heart to spend another day without her
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I spend the night in a chair
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Thinking she'll be there but she never comes
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I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes
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Then I rise to spend another day without her
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Can't go on without her
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There's no song without her
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Without Her
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| The Beautiful South |
