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You pace the pool and talk about it |
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I read my book and think about it |
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You've walked on water as I'm turning the page |
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You say,"What's the intrigue here |
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In reading when the sky is clear?" |
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You are in the sun |
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And I am always in the shade |
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It's too late to leave you |
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You know that I will never leave you |
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It's too late to know you |
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You don't like to be known |
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You would never hold me |
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I don't like to be held |
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I will always love you |
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In spite of myself |
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I can feel the weather changing |
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The leaves are tired and turned with anger |
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They fall around us like a veil of tears |
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You have never needed me |
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And I'm not good at being needed |
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This season will be leaving us |
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But we will still be here |
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It's too late to leave you |
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You know that I will never leave you |
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It's too late to know you |
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You don't like to be known |
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You would never hold me |
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I don't like to be held |
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I will always love you |
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In spite of myself |
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Do you miss me when I'm far away? |
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Do you save me for your rainy days? |
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Is my picture on the mantle or is it in the fire? |
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It's odd the way the years fly by |
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They leave us standing side by side |
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You have been my mystery |
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And I've been your desire |
