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My letters sit on your window-sill |
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Yellowed by the sun |
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Written that time our love was in its prime |
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They just ran off my pen |
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My pen is broken now |
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Couldn't eat a thing |
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Couldn't sit next to you |
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All this sorrow the joy brings |
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It only shows me the truth |
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Changing |
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So i fretted at you, to swallow the pill |
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[ ? ] |
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All that joy couldn't help the boys |
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But we look so [ ? ] |
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Just like burning up the crockery |
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With your fire we melt our joy |
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Pour in the sorrow this joy brings |
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Took away the doubt from me |
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Changing |
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My letters sit on your window-sill |
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Yellowed by the sun |
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Written that time our love was in its prime |
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They just ran off my pen |
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I can't write them now |
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I can't eat a thing |
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Couldn't sit next to you |
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All this sorrow the joy brings |
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It only shows me the truth |
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Changing |
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I'm changing |
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Changing |
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Changing |
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Changing |
