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When I say that I love you, |
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I guess what I mean is that I love you like a home I have to leave |
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And I'm thinkin how nothing can stay |
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How the sun stains the curtains |
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And the paint flakes away |
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But it'll always be home, till the memory fades |
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I love you, thanks for the golden age |
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When I say that I'm grateful |
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I guess what I mean is how the sapling is grateful for the seed |
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And I'm thinking how all things change |
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How the branches grow tall |
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But our initials remain |
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I'll remember you well when the summer is gone |
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Another year another ring round my bones |
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When I say that I'll miss you I guess what I mean is that I'll miss you |
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I'll miss you like autumn misses spring |
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And I've been thinking how everything dies |
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Like the reds and the blues on their way cross the sky |
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And the sunset explodes when it knows that it's time |
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Before hello, sometimes goodbye |
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Kiss me once more |
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Then leave me forever |
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I know I'm too heavy to hold |
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Grab both my hands |
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Kiss me like you mean it |
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And I'll never know you again |
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When I say that I love you I guess what I mean is |
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There's a Power that moves everything |
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And it pushes the river to sea |
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And it takes all the years and makes regret into peace |
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you can't die alone, if you are free |
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You didn't mean to, but thank you for showing me |
