| I see the morning, it rises above
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| the place that I live and the place that I love
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| I used to see you here, but not anymore
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| I’ve seen the pictures, I’ve smelled your old clothes
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| wishing the stories were all untold
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| now it’s a draft everytime I come home
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| not from the wind and not from the cold
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| I will never forget
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| the summers in France
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| so it came to an end
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| this crazy romance.
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| Your house is built of pieces of papers
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| and bricks and I feel
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| The storm as I knock on the doors
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| you closed
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| I feel so alone in this empty place
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| Your heart is made of stone
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| The time was a healer, the time kept me strong
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| my mind was a puzzle with pieces long gone
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| I dance when it’s night and I sleep when it’s day
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| I find myself living a life on the way
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| I keep thinking of you here by my side
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| now I run by myself, with nowhere to hide
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| Your house is built of pieces of papers
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| and bricks and I feel
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| The storm as I knock on the doors
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| you closed
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| I feel so alone in this empty place
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| Your heart is made of stone
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| I am screaming for the love I lost
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| Screaming 'cause I dont know where to go
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| You have been here even when your gone
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| Tell me why I should
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| Be here when I could
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| Take the train of stone to come to you |