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He'll be waiting here forever |
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In quiet unresolve |
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As this letter turns to yellow |
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And slow, the words desolve |
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You wanted all of this |
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You asked for nothing more |
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And so here We sit |
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Like puzzle pieces |
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In a picture |
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That we don't fit |
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And forever he'll wait |
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To the tune of lover's give and take |
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Sending letters far away |
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To addresses that have long been changed |
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It's a gift without a holiday |
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And I can't remember better |
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Like the story told |
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Of summer time adventure |
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And never growing old |
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And she can stand the heartache |
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He's a day late |
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And with the wind it's gone |
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So here We sit |
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Like puzzle pieces |
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In a picture |
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That we don't fit |
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And forever he'll wait |
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To the tune of lover's give and take |
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Sending letters far away |
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To addresses that have long been changed |
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It's a gift without a holiday |
