| Window frosted in the rain, dusty pages, broken lines is all I have
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| Candle shadow in the flame of the moments that we try to start again
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| Of many things that I remember too many now that you forget
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| How can you tell me that it’s gone? |
| How can you turn and walk away?
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| Don’t say it’s over, don’t turn away, a love so fine
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| Now it’s over, don’t turn away, a love so fine
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| The empty room you leave behind
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| Nothing is, nothing belongs, nothing belongs
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| The faded roses by the door
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| The picture hanging on my wall, no more than this
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| Of the promises we made of the good time that we had
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| Cause they don’t come to nothing now, just look again before you go
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| Don’t say it’s over, don’t turn away, a love so fine
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| Now it’s over, don’t give away, a love so fine
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| Dusty pages, broken lines
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| So many things that I remember, too many now that you forget
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| How can you tell me that it’s gone now?
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| How can you turn and walk away?
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| Don’t say it’s over, don’t turn away, a love so fine
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| Now it’s over, don’t turn away, a love so fine
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| Don’t say it’s over… A love so fine…
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| Now it’s over, don’t give away, a love so fine |