Let me sigh, let me cry when I'm blue,
  Let me go away from this lonely town,
  Won't be long till my sun will be blue,
  Cos I know I'm on my last go round.
  All the love I could steal, beg or borrow,
  Wouldn't heal all the pain in my soul.
  
  What is love? Only a prelude to sorrow,
  With a heartbreak ahead for your goal,
  Here I go - Now you know why I'm leaving.
  Got the blues. What can I lose? Goodbye!
  
  What is love? Only a prelude to sorrow,
  With a heartbreak ahead for your goal,
  Here I go - Now you know why I'm leaving.
  I got the blues. What can I lose? Goodbye