I'll help you pack your things
I'll walk with you out to
the car
I'll hold on to the ring
I won't forget the way things
are.
My sweet love.
Your disappointed eyes
Are haunting me like my big
lies
I see you glaring now
I see you staring in the fire.
My sweet love.
Don't cry my sweet girl
Nothin' I say is written in
stone
Don't cry my sweet love
You won't really be alone.
My sweet love, my sweet love.
Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone
Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone
Don't cry my sweet girl
You won't really be alone.
Marco Giunco |
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