| The train had left the station
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| I could hear the wheels squeal around the bend
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| My only consolation
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| I could travel down the path that never ends
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| Sweet sensation
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| I ran my mind all the way back to better times
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| But I don’t want to be your memory
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| Yours was the body that rhymed with my body
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| And I just don’t think there will ever be anybody else
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| Yours was the body that fit mine completely
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| And I fail to see how there could ever be anybody else
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| No, I don’t believe there will ever be anybody else
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| Shadows flood the river
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| Like your silence that echoes in my ears
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| I guess you’re just oblivious
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| To all this love that still roars and sears
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| I don’t want to be your memory
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| Yours was the body that rhymed with my body
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| And I just don’t think there will ever be anybody else
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| Yours was the body that fit mine completely
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| And I fail to see how there could ever be anybody else
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| No, I don’t believe there will ever be anybody else
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| There will never be anybody else, yours
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| Yours was the body that fit mine completely
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| And I fail to see how there could ever be anybody else
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| I fail to see how there could ever be anybody else
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| No I don’t believe that there will ever be anybody else |