| Now you can sell your soul
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| But you can’t buy it back
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| I’ve spent my whole life
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| Working to give you everything you lack
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| Now I wish you were here
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| So we could walk and talk
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| In the soft rain, in the soft rain
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| Now all that left of us
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| Is a picture sitting in a frame
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| I would gladly trade
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| All of my sympathy for sorrow
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| If I could have you, If I could have you here with me to my own
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| I wish you were here
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| So we could walk and talk
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| In the soft rain, in the soft rain
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| Now all that’s left of us
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| Is a picture sitting in a frame
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| Everything i wish for
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| Is everything i see
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| I remember when your kisses were for me
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| So many wasted days
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| The past is so hard to get out from under
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| So many words that i wish i could say
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| The future rattles my bones weak like thunder
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| I wish you were here
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| So we could walk and talk
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| In the soft rain, soft rain, soft rain
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| Now all that’s left of us
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| Is a picture sitting in a frame
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| Everything i wish for
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| Is everything i see
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| I remember when your kisses were for me
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| Everything i wish for
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| Is everything i see
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| I remember when your kisses were for me |