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(Guillory, LaBrie) |
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Nostalgia plays through me |
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Along with the radio |
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A taste, a scene, a sound |
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A touch is not enough |
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If only I |
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Had known his fear |
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So torn and feeling frighened |
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15 years have passed |
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A sour taste still curls my tongue |
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In despair, he danced the air |
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A life became undone |
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If only I |
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Had recognized |
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A silenced cry of sweet lies |
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Ma, you know you can't hold me now |
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Ma, would you like to hold me now |
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I heard his voice |
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The trace of tears |
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Still live within that moment |
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I heard his voice |
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He lost his will |
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One's fate revealed that moment |
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I heard his voice |
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The moment ends |
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So much was said in silence |
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Ma, you know you can't hold me now |
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Ma, would you like to hold me now |
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And if I could I would |
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If what had happened then today |
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I hold you close |
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Not turn away |
