Let me sigh, let me cry when I'm blue,
Let me go away from this lonely town,
Won't be long till my sun will be blue,
Cos I know I'm on my last go round.
All the love I could steal, beg or borrow,
Wouldn't heal all the pain in my soul.
What is love? but a prelude to sorrow,
With a heartbreak ahead for your goal,
Here I go - now you know why I'm leaving.
Got the blues. what can I lose? goodbye!
What is love? but a prelude to sorrow,
With a heartbreak ahead for your goal,
Here I go - now you know why I'm leaving.
I got the blues. what can I lose? goodbye!