On a deserted street without strength,
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Everything that was, everything that I forgot about,
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Let the pattern lie under the string
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The home that used to be home is now someone else's.
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I will put a sheet of paper with a couple of words in an envelope,
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Let you know that I lived by you
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And what was he ready for?
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Chorus:
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There is sadness in that envelope, are the little things the essence,
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Forty-two hours of life way,
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Past the cities, past someone's dreams
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That envelope flew, but did not have time.
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Thoughts will lie on the sheet with sadness,
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A couple of drops of tears on the corner,
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Tomorrow the world will be different
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For you, you called me with you.
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I will put a sheet of paper with a couple of words in an envelope,
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Let you know that I lived by you
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And what was he ready for?
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Chorus:
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There is sadness in that envelope, are the little things the essence,
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Forty-two hours of life way,
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Past the cities, past someone's dreams
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That envelope flew, but did not have time.
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There is sadness in that envelope, are the little things the essence,
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Forty-two hours of life way,
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Past the cities, past someone's dreams
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That envelope flew, but did not have time. |