| I may be there
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| Maybe try to comfort me with
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| My vacant stare
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| Which hangs above your vacant chair
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| Your eyes are lost in mine
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| Or are they my eyes lost in yours
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| I try to entwine
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| The wonder that we have there
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| Oh no, no, dear
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| Have you been coming here again?
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| Listening to me singing
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| Or is it me singing loud and clear
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| And I was not without you
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| But I tried so hard to be you
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| No, no, not without you
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| I’m being very good at being you
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| But all the times that we shared
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| I knew that my eyesight was being impaired
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| I knew something was wrong
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| And I soon found it was bad
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| And everything I do
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| Seems to be reflecting you
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| I try my hand at work
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| Oh, work seems to be for an earlier person
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| I’m not too late
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| Please don’t leave me out there, you say
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| «You're not too late
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| To come and hear me singing»
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| All the time
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| I feel bad all the time
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| I was there singing
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| I was there singing
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| But you never knew
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| All the times I spent being you
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| To make up for you not being here
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| And all those times we shared |