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he has a picture of her underneath her poster |
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so he knows that she, she is there |
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even though she is not |
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and the tapes were a way to her heart |
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she's something he can hold on to |
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something good and hopeful |
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"i'll never get to kiss her fingers |
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i'll never get to hold her coat |
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i'll never get to turn the light off |
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or sleep with her in Eden" |
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and she makes up friends in literature |
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she lived in France and Scotland |
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and she paints herself a picture |
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of what he'd look like now |
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her cigarettes |
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her cold, cold hands and her short dark hair |
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and she still loves you, don't you know? |
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now, you never did know |
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she thinks that it would be better |
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to see him through his letters |
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the music that he makes her |
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she knows it's all about her |
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and you |
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you can hide your love forever |
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you can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever |
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you can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever |
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you can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever |
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i think that it is better |
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to say "oh, how i loved her" |
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something good and strong |
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you can hold on forever |
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and one more time in the night |
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i could remember your face |
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one more time in the night |
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i could remember your face |
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and you |
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you can hide, you can hide your love forever, |
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you can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever, |
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you can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever |
