| The smell of the roses
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| Out in the garden without you
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| The first day of spring
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| The birds they don’t sing, without you
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| The little child, who’s young and wild, and free
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| He knows your name, but it’s not the same, without you
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| And every morning
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| One cup of coffee, not two
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| I start to cry, but I always try, not to
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| Cause I know, you see me when I long for you
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| Now there’s just one left of us, not two
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| I can hear you talking
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| I can feel you still
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| Alone now I am walking
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| Can’t see past the hill
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| A part of me says I should be with you
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| A part of me, has learned to be, without you
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| I still wear the ring
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| It’s one of those things from you
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| And your old radio
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| Plays songs that I know from you
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| We danced until we felt the morning dew
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| And I’m thinking of, how I learned love, from you
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| I can hear you talking
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| I can feel you still
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| Alone now I am walking
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| Can’t see past the hill
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| A part of me says I should be with you
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| A part of me, has learned to be, without you
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| A part of me says I should be with you
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| A part of me says I should be with you
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| A part of me, has learned to be, without you |