| She left a letter on the table
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| Said she’d be home by five
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| The smell of old coffee lingers on my mind
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| I want to wait to hear those footsteps
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| Climb those old creaky stairs
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| Every lonely night I miss her presence everywhere
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| I cry to the sky above
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| Never give all your heart to love
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| I cry to the sky above
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| Never give all your heart to love
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| Familiar places that we went
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| To become like dying vines
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| Each a painful reminder of love and better times
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| Such a hard time to get over
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| Such a deep love that’s lost
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| From the sun, the morning dew
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| The moon, the evening frost
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| I cry to the sky above
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| Never give all your heart to love
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| I cry to the sky above
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| Never give all your heart to love
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| I cry to the sky above
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| Never give all your heart to love
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| The heat of passion will deceive you
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| Make you a different man
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| Turns peasants to kings
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| Dry dirt to fertile land
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| So I’ve joined the walking wounded
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| Had my gun at my side
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| Some surrender, others march until they die
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| With the promise of you just enough
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| I cry to the sky above
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| Never give all your heart to love
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| I cry to the sky above
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| Never give all your heart to love
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| I cry to the sky above
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| Never give all your heart to love |