Dressed for the ball, carry your shoes
Ready to dance to rhythm and blues
Or maybe the swing with continental flair
Following steps of would be Fred Astairs
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A house is not a home
Is what has oft been said
When one shares it with no one
And is all alone in stead
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In my youth I was Alone
But did not really see
The Loneliness around me
For there was much to be
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Four eyes staring at each other
Across a table or across a room
Four hands clasped together
Laid in each lap
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There is no pain like the heartache
Stemming from a broken heart
There is no open heart surgery
That can mend it
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Round and round in circles I go
Trying to run away from you so
You call me names and push me around
You pick and you tease with relentless rebound
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Thunder and lightning outside
And the rain is pouring down
The sky is crying with me
The thunder is me sobbing
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All alone
What to do
No one is there
To comfort you
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Sunken cushions in oversized chairs
Strong arms that hug us like bears
Lullabies hummed by mothers with care
All give us comfort to spare.
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When first you saw an eagle fly
Like wings, flapping your arms you tried
You thought of soaring, of touching the sky
Of getting there faster, than chitah's stride
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