| The day starts, the day ends
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| Time crawls by
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| Night steals in, pacing the floor
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| The moments creep
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| Yet I can’t bear to sleep
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| Till I hear you sing
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| And weeks pass, and months pass
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| Seasons fly
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| Still you don’t walk through the door
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| And in a haze
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| I count the silent days
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| Till I hear you sing once more
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| And sometimes at night time
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| I dream that you are there
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| But wake holding nothing but the empty air
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| And years come, and years go
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| Time runs dry
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| Still I ache down to the core
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| My broken soul
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| Can’t be alive and whole
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| Till I hear you sing once more
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| And music, your music
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| It teases at my ear
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| I turn and it fades away and you’re not here
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| Let hopes pass, let dreams pass
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| Let them die
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| Without you, what are they for?
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| I’ll always feel
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| No more than halfway real
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| Till I hear you sing once more |