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It’s Too Late
It’s too late, she’s gone.
It’s too late, my baby’s gone.
Wish I had told her she was my only one.
It’s too late, she’s gone.
It’s a woman that cries,
So I guess I’ve gotta hide my eyes.
Yes, I will miss her more than anyone.
It’s too late, she’s gone.
She’s gone, yes she’s gone.
She’s gone, my baby’s gone.
She’s gone, yes she’s gone.
Where can my baby be?
And I wonder does she know
When she left me, it hurt me so.
I need your love babe, please don’t make me wait.
Tell me it’s not too late.
Why Does Love Got To Be So Sad?
Got to find me a way
To take me back to yesterday.
How can I ever hope to forget you?
Won’t you show me a place
Where I can hide my lonely face?
I know you’re going to break my heart if I let you.
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Like a moth to a flame,
Like a song without a name,
I’ve never been the same since I met you.
Like a bird on the wing,
I’ve got a brand new song to sing,
I can’t keep from singing about you.
Chorus
I’m beginning to see
What a fool you’ve made of me.
I might have to break the law when I find you.
Stop running away;
I’ve got a better game to play,
You know I can’t go on living without you.