They're writing songs of love, but not for me
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A lucky star's above, but not for me
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With love to lead the way,
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I've found more clouds of grey
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Than any Russian play could guarantee
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I was a fool to fall and get that way
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Heigh ho, alas, and also lack-a-day
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Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss
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I know she's not for me
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It all began so well, but what an end
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This is the time a feller needs a friend
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Although I can't dismiss the memory of her kiss
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I'm so well aware she's not for me
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But Not For Me
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| Sam Cooke |
