(Harry Nillson)
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I spend the night in a chair
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thinking' she'll be there
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but she never comes
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and I wake up and wipe
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the sleep from my eyes
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and I rise, to spend another day
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without her
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It's just no good anymore
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when you walk through the door
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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
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when you have to spend the day without her
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We burst the pretty balloon
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took us to the moon
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such a beautiful thing
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but it's ended now and it sounds like a lie
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If I said I'd rather die,
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than be without her
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Love is 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
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tell the lovers to the part
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and it's breakin' my heart
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to spend another day without her
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(Horn Solos)
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I'll spend the night in a chair
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thinking she'll be there
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but she'll never come
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and I'll wake up and wipe
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the sleep from my eyes
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and I'll rise and spend the 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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Can't go on without her.
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Without Her
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| Blood, Sweat & Tears |
