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I wanted to write you a song
That would rightly express in three minutes or less
How elated that you leave after you have come to see me
That the whole world ought to know my happiness

But alas when I find a moment to write
And think of the perfect lines
You call to say you're never coming back
And that I'll have to start over from scratch

I wander the streets of this town tying knots in my brow
Thinking my thoughts out loud
If words were as specific as my heart is prolific
Then you would had one hundred songs by now

But, Oh happy day that I didn't say it
Or put it to song anyway
I started out this tune from meeting you
And then I ended up singing the blues

I was born to sing songs
That go on for more than three minutes long
And I feel, another coming on, now that you're gone

I was born sing sad songs
That go on for more than three minutes long
I'd be pleasantly surprised if for once I could write a happy love song
That didn't make people cry

I could have played it, over and over
Unsettling the dust on the shelves forever
You'd hear it late at night
Playing in my heart

Now your ears are closed like flowers
I spend all of my waking hours
Singing this song instead
Like so many times before

I was born to sing sad songs
That go one for more than three minutes long
And I feel another coming on
Now that you're gone

I was born to sing sad songs
That go on for more than three minutes long
I'd be pleasantly surprised if I could write a love song
That didn't make people cry