| I turn to tell him things
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| I still make tea for two
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| I keep the kitchen clean
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| The way he’d want me to
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| Start again, but I’m not ready to move on
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| 'Cos I still turn to tell him, I love him
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| But he’s gone
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| I miss the mess he made
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| Of my head when we fought
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| Over such silly things
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| I wish we could have talked
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| A little more, spoke instead of screamed
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| 'Cos when I turn to tell him, I love him
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| He’s just a dream
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| I lost the second chance
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| When fate led time away
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| I keep his picture close
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| So his memory won’t fade
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| Alive in me, forever with my soul
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| So when I turn to tell him, I love him
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| I think he knows |