| You’ve closed the door this morning
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| Like every other day
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| I think I must have heard you say goodbye
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| And somehow there were footsteps
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| That vanished in the storm
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| I turned around and felt
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| Your place beside me was still warm
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| I woke up to see the morning
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| Was nearly afternoon
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| And the evening came with memories of you
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| Now the minutes seem much longer
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| Since worrying began
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| I long to hear your footsteps again
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| I long to hear your footsteps
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| Before I fall asleep
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| I’ve tried to think of other ways
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| To hide the tears I had to weep
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| Now if you’re somewhere far from me
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| I hope that you know when
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| I long to hear your footsteps again
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| The sounds I hear are different
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| From what I’d liked to hear
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| As they fade away they’re leaving only pain
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| Now that silence breaks a part of me
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| That tells me what I am
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| I long to hear your footsteps again |