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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Chereyne
Don Chereyne
Composer

Lyrics

In the pale dark of the mornin’
Reality takes shape
Empty glasses cigarettes
And there’s no chance to escape
The mercy night has gone
And left me alone
No better things to do
Then staring at the phone
I wanna say I’m sorry
Sorry for what I’ve done
I wanna say I’m sorry
I’m so sorry that you have gone
I imagine all I’ve said
Was really to the point
And I hurt you
Yes I did
Treated you just like a toy
But I have learned my lesson
It’s now up to you
There’s nothing left for me
I am such a fool
I wanna say I’m sorry
Sorry for what I’ve done
I wanna say I’m sorry
I’m so sorry that you have gone
But I have learned my lesson
It’s now up to you
There’s nothing left for me
I am such a fool
I wanna say I’m sorry
I’m sorry for what I’ve done
I wanna say I’m sorry
So sorry that you have gone
I wanna say I’m sorry
Sorry for what I’ve done
I wanna say I’m sorry
I’m so sorry that you have gone
I wanna say I’m sorry
I wanna say I’m sorry
Written by: Don Chereyne
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