Neil Diamond - Without Her [*] Lyrics
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Without Her [*]
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What Are The Lyrics For Without Her [*] By Neil Diamond?
I spend the night in the chair
Thinking she'll be there but she never comes And then I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes And I rise to face another day without her Do do do, do do do do, do do do It's just no good anymore When you walk through the door of an empty room And then you go inside and set a table for one It's no fun when you spend a day without her Do do do, do do do do, do do do We burst the pretty balloon Took us to the moon, it's such a beautiful thing But it's ended now and it sounds like a lie If I said I'd rather die than live without her Do do do, do do do do, do do do Love is a beautiful thing When it knows how to swing and it moves like a clock But the hands on the clock tell the lovers to part And it's breaking my heart to have to spend a day without her Do do do, do do do do, do do do I spend the night in the chair Thinking she'll be there but she never comes And then I wake up and wipe the sleep from my eyes And I rise to face another day without her Do do do, do do do do Can't go on without her Do do do, do do do do There's no song without her It's all wrong without her Can't go on without her |
Who Wrote Without Her [*] By Neil Diamond?
Harry Nilsson
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What's The Duration Of The Without Her [*] By Neil Diamond?The duration of Without Her [*] is 4:22 minutes and seconds. |
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