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1- |
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Yesterday started |
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No different than |
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A hundred days before |
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He reached out and touched me |
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Before my feet could touch |
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The cold wood floor |
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2- |
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As I lay beside him |
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And the thoughts of the moment |
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Filled my mind |
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Little did I know |
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That I was loving him |
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For my last time |
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3- |
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But seeing is believing |
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And believing is the feeling |
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That you feel |
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When the loving feeling's gone |
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Everything we've ever been |
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Or anything will be again |
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Packed up his bags |
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And moved along |
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4- |
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He had everything I need |
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He knew exacly how to feed |
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The hunger that lives inside of me |
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He controlled the way I feel |
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Each day he touched me where I live |
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It's hard to believe his memory |
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(Repeat 3 x 3) |
