| Seven lonely Sundays,
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| Come and gone too slow.
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| It’s easy to forgive you,
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| When I’m not alone.
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| If you really want to ask me,
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| If you really want to know.
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| Well we’re so together now,
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| But you know there’s a part,
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| Of the love you say is inside of me,
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| Of the man I could never be,
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| But I know she could be a part of me,
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| There’s anyway I can see she could be
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| Almost you…
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| Almost you…
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| So much more to ask you,
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| So much less to gain.
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| Too much past to haunt you,
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| No one left to blame.
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| Oh, we’re so together now.
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| But you know there’s a part,
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| Of the love you say is inside of me,
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| Of the man I could never be,
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| But I know she could be a part of me,
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| Any way, I can see, she could be--
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| Almost you…
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| Anyway, I can see, she could be--
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| Anyway, I can see, she could be--
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| Almost you…
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| Almost you… |