This Town’s Not Big Enough
THIS TOWN'S NOT BIG ENOUGH
(Liz Anderson - Donna Austin)
« © '65 Acuff-Rose Music, BMI »
Today's the day I leave forever this town where we once loved together
Now that love is gone I guess I'm free
I'll leave behind both you and sorrow and take just what I'll have tomorrow
When there's miles and miles and miles between this town and me
This town's not big enough for both of us to be
I can't go anywhere without your memory
In every window pane your face is all I see
This town's not big enough to hold both you and me
I'll drop the dreams I've held so tightly shed my tears and travel lightly
Anything to ease my heavy load
I'll find a town in far-off places where the windows have no faces
Many miles from anywhere along this lonely road
This town's not big enough...
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