| I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
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| That I almost believe that they're real
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| I've been living so long with my pictures of you
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| That I almost believe that the pictures are
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| All I can feel
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| Remembering
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| You standing quiet in the rain
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| As I ran to your heart to be near
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| And we kissed as the sky fell in
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| Holding you close
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| How I always held close in your fear
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| Remembering
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| You running soft through the night
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| You were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow
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| And screamed at the make-believe
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| Screamed at the sky
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| And you finally found all your courage
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| To let it all go
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| Remembering
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| You fallen into my arms
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| Crying for the death of your heart
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| You were stone white
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| So delicate
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| Lost in the cold
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| You were always so lost in the dark
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| Remembering
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| You how you used to be
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| Slow drowned
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| You were angels
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| So much more than everything
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| Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
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| Open my eyes
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| But I never see anything
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| If only I'd thought of the right words
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| I could have held on to your heart
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| If only I'd thought of the right words
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| I wouldn't be breaking apart
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| All my pictures of you
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| Looking so long at these pictures of you
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| But I never hold on to your heart
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| Looking so long for the words to be true
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| But always just breaking apart
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| My pictures of you
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| There was nothing in the world
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| That I ever wanted more
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| Than to feel you deep in my heart
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| There was nothing in the world
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| That I ever wanted more
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| Than to never feel the breaking apart
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| All my pictures of you |