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The question that you never asked demanded no reply |
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To be there was the truth, to say it was the lie |
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And grateful was the giver for the gift of you and I |
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So be thankful for a reason to complain |
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That it's all been left behind, and I know I wouldn't mind |
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If I never, ever saw you again |
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Think of everything we said, were our words of wisdom new |
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Had we spoken them before to the very special few |
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Well a tongue-tied secret's all of what is left we wished was true |
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When I couldn't find a way to explain |
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And you thought I wasn't kind when I said I wouldn't mind |
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If I never, ever saw you again |
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In another time and place would we have more to share |
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Than the memory that is so long gone, it was never really there |
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In the cool clear light of day, do we know how much we care |
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For the shadows of the night that remain |
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And perhaps I think you'll find that you wouldn't really mind |
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If I never, ever saw you again |
