E             A      				     E 
I see through teardrops that old clock on the wall  
    D         E               D       E                    A   
The hands are far apart, they tell me that my heart misses you  
Am             A 
And you're not with me  
           Bm      E    Bm       E       A    E  
Guess it's time to cry, yes it's time to cry  
 
I hear the doorbell, the postman just came by  
All he ever brings are bills and nothing things  
Oh no, he returned your letter  
And it's time to cry, yes it's time to cry  
  
E            E7         D            A        
Time to cry, ever since you said goodbye  
C#m     D                    A               E  
Time to cry, what else can I do but cry over you?  
 
I just can't stand it the telephone won't ring  
The sun is out of sight another lonely night begins  
And you're not mine  
Guess it's time to cry, yes it's time to cry 
 
 
 
by: José Duarte 
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