When you are gone there's no fun with the crowd
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And I find myself crying even crying out loud
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I could find fun but I'd still be alone
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Cause my world simply stands still when you are gone
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When you are gone my heart knows it well
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And it just won't believe all these stories I tell
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Just can't get used to this being alone
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And there's nothing to live for when you are gone
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When You Are Gone
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| Wilma Burgess |
