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All that is left |
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Is the saddest of songs |
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All I can try |
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Is to right all the wrongs |
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I cannot go |
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To where you have gone |
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Yet you were the place |
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That I came from |
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Something you told me |
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Stays in my head |
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Circles above |
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Like a bird overhead |
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Something we should have |
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But never was said |
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Goes on in the hopes |
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Of the living instead |
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Now all that is left |
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Is the saddest of songs |
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Now all I can try |
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Is to right all the wrongs |
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I watch the stars |
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And know that you're there |
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The space in the place |
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The foot of the stair |
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The light falling now |
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On the arm of the chair |
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The warm reaching sun |
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The chill evening air |
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If only we could do |
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If only we'd dare |
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To fill every void |
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With love and with care |
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Now all that is left |
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Is the saddest of songs |
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Now all I can try |
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Is to right all the wrongs |
