How many times
Have I mistaken
Good looks and laughs for bad news?
And how many times
Have I mistaken
Good looks and laughs for the blues?
When a road I walked before
Ends alone at my front door
I shouldn't cry but I do
Like an ordinary fool
When his ordinary dreams fall through
When a road I walked before
Ends alone at my front door
I shouldn't cry but I do
Like an ordinary fool
When his ordinary dreams fall through
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