| If sleep’s the cousin of death
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| Relieve me of all of my stress
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| I’ve been waiting for you to put me to rest
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| Two for joy, one for sorrow
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| She said «I loved you yesterday, but I can’t love you tomorrow»
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| The gentle hands of time tie your hands to mine
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| Once love is canonised, the spark you once had dies
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| You’ve been waiting, to wake from the neverend
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| Two for joy, one for sorrow
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| She said «I loved you yesterday, but I can’t love you tomorrow»
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| Too little, too late is all that I will ever be
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| When you sleep forever, dream of me
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| When all is said and done
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| We ache in unison
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| Your absence — bittersweet
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| It lingers, always
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| Me and you were joy
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| I am sorrow
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| She said «I loved you yesterday, but I can’t love you tomorrow»
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| Too little, too late is all that I will ever be
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| When you sleep forever, dream of me |