| I read the letters that you wrote
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| Inside colour coded envelopes
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| And every word, every line
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| Mark the way your eyes used to shine
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| I turned my head
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| Took your hand and I said
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| I always remember the seconds turned to days
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| And the timelessness we make
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| I always remember the souls of your feet
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| I’d follow them through the land of you and me.
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| Of you and me
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| I saw the songs you used to write
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| Bathed in flickering candle light
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| Still each and every melody
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| Is a beautiful brittle memory
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| You turned your head
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| Took my hand and you said
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| I always remember the seconds turned to days
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| And the timelessness we’d make
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| I’ll always remember the souls of your feet
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| I’d follow them through the land of you and me.
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| Of you and me.
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| I love these words, I love these songs
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| And in our hearts they each belong
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| And when our lifetimes are done
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| Within these lines we’ll live on
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| I always remember the seconds turned to days
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| And the timelessness we’d make
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| I’ll always remember the souls of your feet
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| I’d follow them through the land of you and me.
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| Of you and me. |