Текст песни Bill Anderson - Not Really Living At All
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What is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at allI come home in the evening there`s no laughter there to fill the airA cool lonely room to meet me nobody here to greed me where has our love goneAnd then my thoughts begin to stray back to a happy yesterdayWhen love was here beside me your love was here to guide me where did I go wrongWhat is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at allI reach down for the paper and I see a toy our little boyLeft layin` there it haunts me I wonder if he ever wants me to play his little gamesI guess I never took the time to fix a hurt or make a rhymeOr carry him on my shoulder will he forgive me when he`s olderOr will he remember my nameWhat is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at allI found a puppy down the street with big sad eyes and muddy feetThere`s nobody here to claim him no wonder round here to name himOr take him for a walkI keep him here for company and he looks up so sad at meEach time he sees me crying he knows inside I`m dying if only he could talkWhat is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at allWhat is my reason for going on living when I`m not really living at all