| He has a picture of her underneath her poster
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| So he knows that she, she is there
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| Even though she is not
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| And the tapes were a way to her heart
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| She’s something he can hold on to
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| Something good and hopeful
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| «i'll never get to kiss her fingers
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| I’ll never get to hold her coat
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| I’ll never get to turn the light off
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| Or sleep with her in Eden»
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| And she makes up friends in literature
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| She lived in France and Scotland
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| And she paints herself a picture
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| Of what he’d look like now
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| Her cigarettes
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| Her cold, cold hands and her short dark hair
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| And she still loves you, don’t you know?
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| Now, you never did know
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| She thinks that it would be better
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| To see him through his letters
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| The music that he makes her
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| She knows it’s all about her
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| And you
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| You can hide your love forever
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| You can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever
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| You can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever
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| You can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever
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| I think that it is better
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| To say «oh, how i loved her»
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| Something good and strong
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| You can hold on forever
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| And one more time in the night
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| I could remember your face
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| One more time in the night
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| I could remember your face
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| And you
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| You can hide, you can hide your love forever
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| You can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever
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| You can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever |