Martha Wainwright - All By Myself | Текст песни

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I'm so unhappy
What'll I do?
I long for somebody who
Will sympathize with me
I'm growing so tired of living alone
I lie awake all night and cry
Nobody loves me
That's why

All by myself in the morning
All by myself in the night

I sit alone in my cozy Morris chair
So unhappy there
Playing solitaire

All by myself I get lonely
Watching the clock on the shelf

I'd love to rest my weary head on somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older
All by myself

My name and number are in the book,
The one that hangs on a hook,
In almost ev’ry drug store;
Why don’t someone bother to look,
My central tells me all day long
“Sorry the number is wrong.”

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