| They go off and leave me behind
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| They have so many words to find
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| I run to catch a glimpse of them
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| Just walking in the sun
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| Knowing they’ll be mine again
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| When the evening has begun
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| And when I see them hand in hand
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| The boy who walks beside the man
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| I pray that I will always have the world
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| That I have found
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| The husband and the son
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| That I built my life around
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| He’ll never know of that night long ago
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| He’ll never know it’s locked in my mind
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| No he’ll never know
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| From the feelings I show
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| He’ll never know
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| His son is only mine
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| Sometimes I lie awake at night
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| Watching darkest turn to light
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| Thinking back on all the things
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| I said to him today
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| Wondering if I might had a careless word to say
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| When the morning’s almost here
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| He reaches out to draw me near
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| Silently I search his face for the love
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| I hope to see and once again
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| I’m sure that all his love belongs to me
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| He’ll never know of that night long ago
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| He’ll never know it’s locked in my mind
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| No he’ll never know
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| From the feelings I show
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| He’ll never know
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| His son is only mine |