It makes no difference
where I turn I can't get over you
When the flame still burns It makes no
difference night or day The shadow never
seems to fade away
And the sun don't shine anymore And
the rains fall down on my door Now there's
no love as true as the love that dies
untold But the clouds never hung
so low before
It makes no difference how far I go Like
a scar the hurt will always show It makes
no difference who I meet They're just
a face in the crowd on a dead-end street
And the sun don't shine anymore And
the rains fall down on my door These
old love letters I just can't keep Just
like the gambler says read 'em and weep
And the dawn don't rescue me no more Without
your love I am nothing at all Like an
empty hall, it's a lonely fall Since
you've gone it's a losing battle Stampeding
cattle they rattle the walls
And the sun don't shine anymore And
the rains fall down on my door
Well I love you so much That's all
I can do Just to keep myself from telling
you that I've never felt so alone before
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