| When I look into the mirror of her eyes
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| I see all my visions fading
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| Into lines of broken dreams
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| A map of traveled roads with dead-end signs
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| A folded pair of jeans with worn-out seams
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| When I stare into the sorrow in her eyes
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| I find all the doors unaltered
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| By the scars of many years
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| Of pounding as I tried to get inside
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| But now the lock’s grown rusty with her tears
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| Sometimes I feel her eyes are closing to my smile
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| This music man’s been gone for far too long
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| I just can’t hold her love across the miles
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| But it’s hard to face the ending of a song
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| When I gaze into the future of her eyes
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| I see that I must turn away
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| And struggle to be strong
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| For she and I may have to say goodbye
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| And it’s sad to face the thought
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| That maybe we were wrong
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| Sometimes I feel her eyes are closing to my smile
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| This music man’s been gone for far too long
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| I just can’t hold her love across the miles
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| But it’s hard to face the ending of a song
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| Sometimes I feel her eyes are closing to my smile
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| This music man’s been gone for far too long
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| I just can’t hold her love across the miles
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| But it’s hard to face the ending of a song |