Из альбома: Seasons of My Heart

(John D. Loudermilk)

Lonely is a word, lonely is a word
That they made up to win
Somebody loses their only love
And their only friend.

Lonely is a word, lonely is a word
That describes a tear
That's held inside or that has cried
When no one is near.

Unless you've lost your only love
And unless you've lost your friend
You won't know what lonely means
You won't understand.

That lonely is a word, lonely is a word
That they made up to win
Somebody loses their only love
And their only friend.

And their only friend...

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