| The holes in the wall behind the picture that You hung
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| The one with our mouths gaping open wide frozen in a song unsung
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| Tell their Own sad story of time
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| something I held that was never Mine
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| 'n' I cant bring Myself to patch them up
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| Sugars on the counter because You took Your coffee sweet
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| Carpets on the floor 'cos You hate the feeling of the cold against Your feet
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| In My bed, your not there
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| I smell a faded memery of Your hair
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| 'n' I cant bring Myself to wash the sheets
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| Too many pieces of you
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| Too many pieces to hold on to
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| Could We put them back together?
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| Hang this picture on the wall?
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| The holes are there to hang it
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| 'N' I'll be here if You call
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| I'll be here if You call
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| Well My mind...
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| Keeps rattling round
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| The love We had at the start
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| I could cry... but it
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| It only reminds me
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| Of the tears You used to break My heart
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| Oh...
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| There was
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| Too many pieces of you
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| Too many pieces to hold on to
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| Could We put them back together?
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| Hang this picture on the wall?
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| The holes are there to hang it
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| 'N' I'll be here if You call
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| I'll be here if You call
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| I'll be here if You call
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| I'll be here if You call
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| I'll be here if You call |