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Every time I see your face |
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It reminds me of the places we used to go |
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But all I've got is a photograph |
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And I realize you're not coming back anymore |
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I thought I'd make it the day you went away |
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But I can't make it till you come home again to stay |
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I can't get used to living here |
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While my heart is broke, my tears I cry for you |
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I want you here to have and hold |
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As the years go by and we grow old and grey |
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Now you're expecting me to live without you |
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But that's not something that I'm looking forward to |
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I can't get used to living here |
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While my heart is broke, my tears I cry for you |
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I want you here to have and hold |
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As the years go by and we grow old and grey |
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Every time I see your face |
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It reminds me of the places we used to go |
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But all I've got is a photograph |
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And I realize you're not coming back anymore |
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Every time I see your face |
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It reminds me of the places we used to go |
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All I've got is a photograph |
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And I realise you're not coming back anymore |
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Every time I see your face |
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It reminds me of the places we used to go |
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But all I've got is a photograph |
