| I have this vision in my head
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| Of your little black suitcase lying on the bed
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| You standing by the window staring into space
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| Looking everywhere but the tears rolling down my face
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| Filling up the room with silence so we wouldn’t have to say goodbye
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| But every other memory
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| I have of you is good
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| And if I could only rewind time
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| I hope you know I would
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| Oh if you wonder
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| If I ever stop and think of you and me
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| Every other memory
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| I’ve got this city at my door
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| And the bright lights are brighter than before
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| Tonight I can’t help wondering what’s it all about
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| Every now and then I think I see your face out in a crowd
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| Even with the way we ended I’d love to hear your voice
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| Give me a shout sometime
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| Cause every other memory
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| I have of you is good
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| And if I could only rewind time
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| I hope you know I would
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| Oh if you wonder
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| If I ever stop and think of you and me
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| Every other memory
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| I have this vision in my head
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| Your suitcase lying on the bed
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| Heart-broke smile upon your face
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| One last long embrace
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| I feel your tears wet on my cheek
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| As if it happened last week
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| I know a lot has changed
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| But nothing’s changed, no nothing’s changed
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| Cause every other memory
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| I have of you is good
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| And if I could only rewind time
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| I hope you know I would
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| Oh if you wonder
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| If I ever stop and think of you and me
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| Every other memory
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| Every other memory
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| Every other memory
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| Every other memory |