I try to be patient, I try not to moan But it's driving me crazy trying to live here alone My conversation gets nowhere when I talk to myself I've lost my sense of humor somewhere here on the shelf The moon is wasting it's shine shining on me Until I see you again I won't be out in the moonlight And I'll be sleeping by ten The birds are wasting their song singing to me Until I'm waking with you Until you're back in my arms, dear The birds will have to find something better to do A shoulder to cry on would make me feel fine But it's not much comfort when I'm crying on mine Friends and relations are running out of patience with me I keep myself to myself but I'm no company The moon is wasting it's shine shining on me Until I see you again I won't be out in the moonlight And I'll be sleeping by ten The birds are wasting their song singing to me Until I'm waking with you Until you're back in my arms, dear The birds will have to find something better to do Baby, till you're back in my arms The birds will have to find something better to do
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