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Beckley |
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We used to laugh, we used to cry |
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We used to bow our heads then, wonder why |
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And now you're gone, I guess I'll carry on |
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And make the best of what you've left to me |
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Left to me, left to me. |
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I need you like the flower needs the rain |
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You know I need you, guess I'll start it all again |
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You know I need you like the winter needs the spring |
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You know I need you, I need you. |
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And every day, I'd laugh the hours away |
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Just knowing you were thinking of me |
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And then it came that I was put to blame |
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For every story told about me |
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About me, about me. |
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I need you like the flower needs the rain |
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You know I need you, guess I'll start it all again |
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You know I need you, I need you. |
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I need you like the winter needs the spring |
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You know I need you, guess I'll start it all again |
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You know I need you, I need you. |
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I need you like the flower needs the rain |
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You know I need you, guess I'll start it all again |
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You know I need you, I need you. |
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I need you like the winter needs the spring |
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You know I need you, guess I'll start it all again |
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You know I need you, I need you, I need you. |
