Sometimes
by Corny Held
by Corny Held
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Sometimes I sit in a corner and cry Sometimes I like it, but I don't know why Feeling alone, thinking of the past of things that are gone, and of things that can't last Sometimes - some precious, marvellous, magic times. Sometimes I sit in a corner and see your face and your body right in front of me Forgetting what we lacked, I recall what was fine All things turn better when they're no longer mine Sometimes - some precious, marvellous, magic times. Now I don't want to meet you, you must have grown old Don't wreck my dreaming or turn my memories cold Life ain't worth a damn without wishes any more What's the use of hearts that have never been sore Sometimes I sit in a corner and cry It could have been different, but there's no reason why Sometimes I find that my memory's grown cold and then I get up and I feel I've grown old. Sometimes - some precious, marvellous, magic times. |
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