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This cannot be real |
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Looking out into the cold |
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This window holds a view |
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Of you and I and growing old |
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I would call you now |
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If i had strength on telephones |
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I would call you now |
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And say the words to bring you home |
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This cannot be real |
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Looking out into the rain |
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This window holds a view |
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Of you and I and how things change |
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I would call you now |
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If you weren't sleeping three hours from here |
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I would call you now |
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And sing the words that bring you near |
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I would call you now |
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If you weren't sleeping three hours from here |
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So lay your sweet head down |
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And dream of me |
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So far yet near |
