In a little while from now
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If I'm not feeling any less sour
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I promised myself to treat myself
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Visit a nearby tower
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And climbing to the top
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And throw myself off
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In an effort to make it clear to
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Whoever what it's like when your shattered
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Left standing in the lurch
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At a church where people saying
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“My, that's tough, she stood him up
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No point in us remaining”
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“We may as well go home”
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As I did on my own
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Alone again naturally
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To think that only yesterday
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I was cheerful, bright and gay
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Looking forward to but who wouldn't do
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The role I was about to play
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But as if to knock me down
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Reality came around
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And without so much as a mere touch
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Cut me into little pieces
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Leaving me to doubt
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Talk about God and His mercy
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For if He really does exist
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Why did He desert me
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In my hour of need?
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I truly am indeed
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Alone again naturally
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It seems to me that there are more hearts
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Broken in this world
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That can't be mended, left unattended
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What do we do? What do we do?
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Alone again naturally
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Looking back over the years
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Whatever else that appears
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I remember I cried when my father died
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Never wishing to hide the tears
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And at sixty-five years old
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My mother, God rest her soul
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Couldn't understand why the only man
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She had ever loved had been taken?
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Leaving her to start
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With a heart so badly broken
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Despite encouragement from me
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No words were ever spoken
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And when she passed away
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I cried and cried all day
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Alone again naturally
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Alone again naturally
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Alone Again (Naturally)
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| Donny Osmond |
