Billy Holiday - Solitude (1941) | Текст песни

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• Billy Holiday
• Solitude (1941)

In my solitude
You haunt me
With dreadful ease
Of days gone by

In my solitude
You taunt me
With memories
That never die

I sit in my chair
And filled with despair
There's no one could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad

In my solitude
I'm afraid
Dear lord above
Send back my love

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