„I do my best to hide this low-down feelin’.I try to make believe there’s nothing wrong.But they’re always askin me about you, darlinAnd it hurts me so to tell ’em that you’re gone.If they ask me I guess I’d be denyin’ that I’ve been unhappy all alone.But if they heard my heart, they’d hear it cryin’Where’s my darling, when’s she comin home?“

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