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Now you can sell your soul |
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But you can't buy it back |
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I've spent my whole life |
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Working to give you everything you lack |
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Now I wish you were here so we could walk and talk |
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In the soft rain, in the soft rain |
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Now all that's left of us |
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Is a picture sitting in a frame |
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I would gladly trade |
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All of my sympathy for sorrow |
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If I could have you, if I could have you |
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Here with me tomorrow |
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I wish you were here so we could walk and talk |
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In the soft rain, in the soft rain |
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All that's left of us |
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Is a picture sitting in a frame, a picture in a frame |
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Everything I wish for is everything I see |
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I remember when your kisses were for me |
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So many wasted days |
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The past is so hard to get out from under |
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So many words that I wish I could say |
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The future rattles my bones weak, weak like thunder |
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And I wish you were here so we could walk and talk |
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In the soft rain, soft rain, soft rain |
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And all that's left of us |
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Is a picture, a picture in a frame |
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Everything I wish for is everything I see |
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And I remember when your kisses were for me |
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Everything I wish for, everything I see |
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I remember when your kisses, your kisses were for me, were for me |
