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How am I supposed to make it through another day
What am I supposed to do now that youve gone away
Is there anything encouraging you can say to me
Did you really think my heart was made of stone
Maybe you never gave it any thought at all
How nice to go through live oblivious and free
Life is sweet, sweet as strawberry wine
And bitter too, like the seeds on the vine
And you are that, you are more than sublime
And bitter too, lovin you, has been an experience
How am I supposed to ever feel the same
These kind of situations always have a way
Of screwing up your mind and messing with your sanity
How many days and nights will have to come and go
Before I realize what I already know