He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
I'm so lonesome I could cry
Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die?
Like me, he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
Okay, Petunia, get ahold of yourself there! It's time to pick yourself off the floor, dry those tears, and find another cushion to nap on. Don't you recall all the pleasures of antisocial behavior that you used to delight in? Try thinking about being left alone, being able to sleep in peace, biting the hand that pets you. You'll feel better in no time--that is until Pork Chop returns and the fun begins again.
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