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Words And Music By Donald Roeser |
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She wears a ring and he has no buisiness feeling this |
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Way |
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But oh what a love affair there could be if only they |
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Could see themselves together |
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It might have been better if he hadn't seen her today |
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They spoke their pleasantries, but he was looking at |
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The light behind her eyes |
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His mind tells him it can never be but his heart |
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Refuses to believe it's true oh, |
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CHORUS: |
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A cold wind blows on the empty hearted |
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And it chills right to the bone |
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And a cool head knows when love's departed |
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Late that night in fitful slumber he has the dream, |
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The two of them walking along a stream of blue |
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A soft breeze blows her summer dress, he stops to |
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Brush the hair from her face |
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Then they hold each other for the very first time and |
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They look into each other's eyes and see but |
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CHORUS |
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He arises silently to not disturb the others in their |
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Sleep |
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Slowly he descends the stairs and in a darkened |
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Room sits alone |
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And wonders could it be that she is seeking |
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Something to believe in too oh |
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CHORUS |
