No, I can’t forget this evening
Or your face as you were lea-eaving
But I guess that’s just the way the story goes
You always smile, but in your eyes your sorrow shows


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Many rivers to cro-oss
But I just can`t seem to find, my way over
Wandering, I am lo-ost, as I travel along
The white cliffs of Do-over

Many rivers to cro-oss
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i_guess_the_lord_must_be_in_new_york

I'll say goodbye
To all my sorrow
And by tomorrow
I'll be on my way
I guess the Lord must be in New York City

I'm so tired
Of getting nowhere
See

i_guess_the_lord_must_be_in_new_york_city

I'll say goodbye to all my sorrows
And by tomorrow, I'll be on my way
I guess the Lord must be in New York City
I'm so tired of gettin' nowhere
Seein' my prayers go un

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1941

1941
- Harry Nilsson
Well in 1941 a happy father had a son
And by 1944 the father walked right out the door
And in '45 the mom and son were still alive
But who could