The night is bitter,
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The stars have lost their glitter,
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The winds grow colder,
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And suddenly you're older
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And all because of
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The man that got away.
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No more his eager call,
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The writing's on the wall,
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The dreams you dreamed have all
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Gone astray.
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The man that won you
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Has run off and undone you.
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That great beginning
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Has seen it's final inning,
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Don't know what happened
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It's all a crazy game.
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No more that all-time thrill
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For you've been through the mill,
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And never a new love will
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Be the same.
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Good riddance, good-bye.
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Every trick of his you're on to -
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But fools will be fools and where's he gone to?
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The road gets rougher,
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It's lonelier and tougher.
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With hope you burn up,
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Tomorrow he may turn up.
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There's just no letup
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The livelong night and day.
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Ever since this world began
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There is nothing sadder than
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A one-man woman
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Looking for the man that got away . . .
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<interlude>
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The road gets rougher,
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It's lonelier and tougher.
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With hope you burn up,
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Tomorrow he may turn up.
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There's just no letup
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The livelong night and day.
|
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Ever since this world began
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There is nothing sadder than
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A one-man woman
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Looking for the man
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The man that got away . . .
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The man that got away . . .
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The Man That Got Away
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| Harold Arlen |
