1:27:02
Plenty of fish left in the sea.
1:27:04
- You know, it's always darkest...
- Oh, Mike, please.
1:27:07
I don't think you've got a motto
for what my kind of trouble is.
1:27:11
Maybe not.
1:27:14
Maybe not.
1:27:16
But I've got a poem.
1:27:19
For ev'ry rose that withers and dies,
Another blooms in its stead
1:27:24
A new love waits to open its eyes
After the old love is dead
1:27:31
That sounds all right
In a careless rhyme
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But there's seldom
A second time
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Better luck next time
1:27:46
That could never be
1:27:52
Because there ain't gonna be
No next time
1:27:58
For me
1:28:01
No, sirree
1:28:05
Made up my mind
1:28:08
To make another start
1:28:13
I've made my mind up
1:28:16
But I can't make up my heart
1:28:24
I'd like a new lucky day
1:28:32
That would be nice
1:28:36
But this comes
Just once in a lifetime
1:28:43
Not twice
1:28:47
So don't say
"Better luck next time"
1:28:53
That can never be
1:28:59
Because there ain't gonna be