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She looked at me |
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And the emptiness in her eyes |
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Was cruel to see |
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Then she turned away and said"Once I loved, but love is dead" |
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And I whispered"Sometimes love is only sleeping" |
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She said, "I cannot cryAnd I cannot give or feelOr even try" |
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And her voice was hard and cold |
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Then her sweet young face looked old |
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And I whispered"Sometimes love is only sleeping" |
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Through the endless days and nights |
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She could not help but wrap herself in sorrow, sorrow |
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Through the endless days and nights |
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We waited for a shiny new tomorrow, tomorrow |
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Love was sleeping, sleeping(Sleeping, sleeping) |
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She looked at me |
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And her smiling tears feel warm |
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And sweet and free |
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And the moonlight kissed her eyes |
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As it mingled with our sighs |
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And she whispered"Sometimes love is only sleeping" |
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And she whispered"Sometimes love is only sleeping" |
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Only sleeping, only sleeping |
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Only sleeping, only sleeping(Sleeping) |
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Only sleeping |