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As pretty as a song |
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A song could ever be |
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Like Christmas on a river |
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Without a boat or Christmas tree |
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This afternoon with you was something like a letter |
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The kind that someone writes but never sends |
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And when you look at me |
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You remind me that someday it's gonna end |
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And when you pass on |
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I bet you miss your friends |
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As simple as a breeze |
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Tugging hard upon the sail |
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Been moving through these streets forever |
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From Istanbul to Amsterdam |
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This afternoon with you was something like a letter |
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The kind that someone writes but never sends |
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And when you look at me |
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You remind me that someday it's gonna end |
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And when you pass on |
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God, I bet you miss your friends |
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As pretty as a song |
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A song could ever be |
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Like Christmas on a river |
|
Without a boat or Christmas tree |
|
This afternoon with you was something like a letter |
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The kind that someone writes but never sends |
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And when you look at me |
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You remind me that someday it's gonna end |
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And when you pass on |
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God, I bet you miss your friends |
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Miss your friends |
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God, I bet you miss your friends |