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In too many days, too many tears, |
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Too many stories of our yesteryears. |
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I couldn't say the worst of my fears. |
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I'm picking up the signs, maybe the end is near. |
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But at long last, |
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I recall the words that you told me. |
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This will pass and the love you have, |
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Will be for me, only: |
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After an hour, when I couldn't speak, |
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You tell a story that just makes me weep. |
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It may be my age, I'm just getting weak, |
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My skin's not thick enough for this critique |
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But at long last, |
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I recall the words that you told me. |
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This will pass and the love you have, |
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Will be for me, only: |
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There's too many pains, too many cries. |
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Too many hours drowning in your eyes. |
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Those were the days, so full of lies, |
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I guess I was in love with your disguise. |
