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How many times have I read farewell lines |
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In the things that you never seemed to say ? |
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How many times have I read those last lines |
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And wondered why it ended this way ? |
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Words of goodbye and all those loving lines |
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I must have been blind. |
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And it seems to me a shame that the number and the name |
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Both have changed with the passing of time. |
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How you would write about the bright lights ? |
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It's a wonder that I never realized |
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How you would write about the bright lights |
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And your words always clouded up my eyes ? |
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Our race was run now another's just begun |
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I must have been blind. |
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It seems to me a shame that the number and the name |
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Both have changed with the passing of time. |
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When your letters stopped the tears that I fought |
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How they ran like the rivers to the seas |
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When your letters stopped the tears that I fought |
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How they came in the flood of memories. |
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Each sunny day you slip further away |
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I must have been blind. |
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It seems to me a shame |
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That the number and the name |
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Both have changed with the passing of time. |
