| I’m running up the stairs
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| I can hardly breathe again
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| Into your arms and a perfect day
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| From the garden where we lay
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| With the roses all aflame
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| You called my name and I meant to say
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| It’s been too long, so long
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| I looked for your face watching down from the window
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| Wave me till I’m gone
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| I remember the dress you wore
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| And you’re still here with me, but maybe
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| Dorothy it’s been too long, so long
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| Now I’m waiting in the dark
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| In the strangeness of your bed
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| To hide my face where you lay your head
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| As I listen to the room
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| And it speaks about a distance never met
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| You were there and yet
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| Dorothy it’s been too long, so long
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| You left without saying goodbye
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| And I was so impatient then
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| Always one too cynical to pray
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| But I talked to you today
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| D’you hear me?
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| Dorothy it’s been too long, so long |