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If time were not a moving thing |
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And I could make it stay |
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This hour of love we share |
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Would always be |
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There'd be no coming day |
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To shine a morning light |
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And make us realize our night is over |
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When you walk away from me |
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There is no place to put my hand |
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Except to shade my eyes against the sun |
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That rises over the land |
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I watch you walk away |
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Somehow I have to let you go |
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Cause it's over |
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If you knew just how I really feel |
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You might return and yet |
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There are so many times |
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That people have to love and then forget |
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Oh there might have been a way somehow |
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I have to force myself to say |
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It's over |
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So I turn my back, |
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Turn my collar to the wind |
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Move along in silence |
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Trying not to think at all |
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I set my feet before me |
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Walk the silent street before me |
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Now it's over |
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If time were not a moving thing |
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And I could make you stay |
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This hour of love we share |
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Would always be |
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There'd be no coming day |
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To shine a morning light |
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And make us realize our night is over |
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It's over |
