(Lonesome, lonesome)
I'm calling to tell you it's over
Yes darling, you're now free to go
You're saying you're sorry, you hurt me
But you hurt me much more than you know
You're asking me where this call comes from
Oh, I hope that you won't end up here
If your new romance turns out a failure
Here's where to find me, my dear
I'm just on the blue side of lonesome
Right next to the heartbreak hotel
In a tavern that's known as 'Three Teardrops'
On a barstool not doing so well
The floor has a carpet of sorrow
But no can weep in the aisle
And they say someone broke the bar mirror
With only the ghost of a smile
The hands of the clock never alter
For things never change in this place
There's no present, no past and no future
For the ones who have lost in love's race
The hands of the clock

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