| In too many days, too many tears
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| Too many stories of our yesteryears
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| I couldn’t say the worst of my fears
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| I’m picking up the signs, maybe the end is near
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| But at long last
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| I recall the words that you told me
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| This will pass and the love you have
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| Will be for me, only:
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| After an hour, when I couldn’t speak
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| You tell a story that just makes me weep
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| It may be my age, I’m just getting weak
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| My skin’s not thick enough for this critique
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| But at long last
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| I recall the words that you told me
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| This will pass and the love you have
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| Will be for me, only:
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| There’s too many pains, too many cries
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| Too many hours drowning in your eyes
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| Those were the days, so full of lies
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| I guess I was in love with your disguise |