Im standing at the end of my world Everything on this earth our love is gone We sometime live a life of imitation But realize too late that day is gone Im standing at the end of my world Looking back oer my wasted past Just dreaming of things that might have been If we live each new born day as if the last [ fiddle ] It seems all my life has been in vain Everything that I do somehow is wrong The sunshine never follows the rain And in the crowd I always stood alone Im standing at the end of my world... Standing at the end of my world
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