There was a man, a lonely man,
who lost his love through his indifference
A heart that cared, that lived unshared,
until it died within his silence.
($) And solitaire's the only game in town
And ev'ry road that takes him takes him down
While life goes on around him everywhere
he's playing solitaire (fine)
And keeping to himself begins to deal
and still the King of hearts is well concealed
Another losing game comes to an end,
he deals them out again.
A little hope goes up in smoke
Just how it goes goes whitout saying
There was a man, a lonely man
Who would command the hand he's playing.
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