Marc Broussard - "Cry To Me"
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When your baby leaves you all alone And nobody call you on the phone Doncha feel like crying Doncha feel like crying Well, here I am, my honey c'mon baby, cry to me When you're all alone in your lonely room And there's nothing but the smell of her perfume Doncha feel like crying Doncha feel like crying Doncha feel like crying C'mon baby, (c'mon) cry to me Nothing could be sadder than a glass of wine alone Loneliness loneliness, it just a waste of your time, oh yeah But you don't ever you don't ever have to walk alone You see, Come take my hand, and baby, won't you walk with me? whoa yeah When you're waiting for a voice to come In the night there is no one Doncha feel like crying (cry to me) Doncha feel like crying (cry to me) Don't you feel like cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cry (cry to me) cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-crying? (cry to me) Don't you feel like cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cry (cry to me) cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-crying?
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