by Solomon Burke
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When your | baby leaves you all alone |
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And no | body calls you on the | phone |
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Doncha feel like | crying? |
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Doncha feel like | crying? |
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Well, here I'am | honey, c'mon, you cry to | me |
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And there's | nothing but the smell of her per | fume |
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Doncha feel like | crying? |
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Doncha feel like | crying? |
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Don't ya feel like | crying, c'mon, c'mon, you cry to | me |
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Woa oh, | nothing can be sadder than a | glass of wine alone |
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Loneliness loneliness, such a waste of your | time |
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But you | don't ever you don't ever have to | walk alone |
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You see, so | c mon take my hand |
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baby won't you walk with | me? |
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When you're | waiting for a voice to come |
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In the | night there is no | one |
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Doncha feel like | crying? |
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Doncha feel like | crying? |
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Don't ya feel like | cry-cry-crying. | . . . . |
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Don't ya feel like | cry-cry-crying | . . . . . . |