| September settles softly
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| Leaves are starting to fall
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| I recall the last time you were here
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| your laughter a melody that lingers still
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| There’s a hole in my heart
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| and I carry it wherever I go
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| Like a treasure that travels
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| with me down every road
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| There’s this longing lonesome and deep
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| Kind of bitter, kind of sweet
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| There’s a hole in my heart
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| in the shape of you
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| Time stealing swiftly
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| There’s children having children of their own
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| And around life’s merry-go-round goes
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| And there you are wanting what you cannot hold
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| There’s a hole in my heart
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| and I carry it wherever I go
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| like a treasure that travels
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| with me down every road
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| There’s this longing, lonesome and deep
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| kind of bitter, kind of sweet
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| There’s a hole in my heart
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| in the shape of you
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| Even though my heart aches
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| there’s a smile on my face
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| cause just like a window to heaven
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| there’s a light shining through
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| This hole in my heart
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| so I will carry it wherever I go
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| like a treasure that travels
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| with me down every road
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| There’s this longing and it’s lonesome and it’s deep
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| Kind of bitter, and it’s kind of sweet
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| There’s a hole in my heart
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| There’s a hole in my heart
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| There’s a hole in my heart
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| But it’s in the shape of you |