| I can almost hear your voice in the morning
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| Softly, whispering my name
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| And I can almost taste the sweetest of your kisses
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| And I can feel you touching me again
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| Oh, I’m getting so good at playing make believe
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| I can almost talk to your memory
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| Oh, I can almost smell a trace of your perfume
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| The one you always wore just for me
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| We’re together; |
| we’re together in our room
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| Yes everything is like, just like it use to be
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| And I’m getting so good at playing make believe
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| That I can almost talk to your memory
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| Oh I know, I been clinging (I been clinging to) to some old memories
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| Yeah but I don’t care (I don’t care)
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| Because they are bring, bring you back to me
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| And I love my memories
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| I can almost pretend our love ever
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| Ended
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| And that someday you’ll be coming back to me
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| And Oh I’m getting so good, oh baby, at playing make believe
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| That I can almost talk to your memory
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| Oh I’m getting oh so good at playing make believe
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| That I can almost talk to your memory
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| To your memory |