| Yesterday started no different than a hundred days before
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| He reached out and touched me
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| Before my feet could touch the cold wood floor
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| As I lay beside him
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| And the thoughts of the moment filled my mind
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| Little did I know that I was loving him for my last time
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| But seeing is believing
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| And believing is the feeling that you feel
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| When the loving feeling’s gone
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| Everything we’ve ever been or anything will be again
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| Packed up his bag and moved along
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| He had everything I need
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| He knew exactly how to feed
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| The hunger that lives inside of me
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| He controlled the way I feel
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| And each day he touched me where I live
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| It’s hard to believe he’s a memory
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| But seeing is believing
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| And believing is the feeling that you feel
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| When the loving feeling’s gone
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| Everything we’ve ever been or anything will be again
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| Packed up his bag and moved along
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| But seeing is believing
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| And believing is the feeling that you feel
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| When the loving feeling’s gone
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| Everything we’ve ever been or anything will be again
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| Packed up his bag and moved along |