| Now I’m walking through the park, after dark
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| And I’m calling out your name
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| Nothing will ever be the same
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| Said I’m walking through the park, after dark
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| And I’m calling out your name
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| Nothing will ever be the same
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| What do you say when words fail?
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| When there’s no cure for what ails
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| No, they won’t heal, to no avail
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| When the phone rings and it hits home
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| 'Cause it’s so real, we so frail
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| Curtailed, we can’t deal
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| Words can’t capture when the heart fractures
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| Or what it sounds like when the hourglass shatters
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| All that matters is that we keep moving forward and never backwards
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| The moon pulls the tide as it wanes and it waxes
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| The world is but a stage, you and I, we are just actors
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| Life is but a story and we only get a chapter
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| And that fact alone, might be enough when times are tough
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| To pick us up and light the way and guide us home
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| Twisting and a-turning while we living and a-learning
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| So we keep the candle burning, knowing you won’t be returning
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| Now I’m walking through the park, after dark
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| And I’m calling out your name
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| Nothing will ever be the same
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| Said I’m walking through the park, after dark
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| And I’m calling out your name
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| Nothing will ever be the same
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| Ain’t it a shame, when we all look so nice
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| In our shirts and ties
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| That we just came to say
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| Goodbye, and so I pray
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| We meet in paradise
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| By the candlelight
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| But I just came to say
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| Goodbye
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| Twisting and a-turning
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| While we living and a-learning
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| Keep that candle burning
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| Knowing you won’t be returning
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| Always twisting and a-turning
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| Always twisting and a-turning
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| While we living and a-learning
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| While we living and a-learning
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| So we keep that candle burning
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| So we keep that candle burning
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| Knowing you won’t be returning
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| Knowing you won’t be returning
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| Now I’m walking through the park, after dark
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| And I’m calling out your name
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| And the wind is howling, blowing out your flame
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| Till a fading memory is that all that remains
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| Nothing will ever be the same
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| Now I’m walking through the park, after dark
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| And I’m calling out your name
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| And I hope you make it back to whence we came
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| Where before we were as one, now torn in twain
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| Nothing will ever be the same
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| Now I’m walking through the park, after dark
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| And I’m calling out your name
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| Nothing will ever be the same
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| Said I’m walking through the park, after dark
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| And I’m calling out your name
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| Nothing will ever be the same |