| I still remember the sound of your voice calling out my name
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| And I still remember my face examining itself, knowing things would never be the same
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| I still remember your smiling face across a crowded room
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| And I still remember, through the weathering of time, that first embrace that
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| sealed our doom
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| Your eyes stare at me, from every storefront
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| And your voice calls to me from every restaurant
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| And your laughter pierces me as I stand beneath the open sky
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| And your absence murders me as I sleep perchance to die
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| Seems like to escape is what I ought to do But every road I take brings me back to you
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| I am frozen in the moment
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| Clinging to your memory
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| And I don’t
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| Want the ignorance that a spotless mind would bring
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| But I’m
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| Scared my dying breath may be your name
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| It’s just like I sang to you — everyone knows that we live in a world
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| Where people give bad names to beautiful things
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| And if it’s really true that people should leave once they’ve
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| Got what they came for, I certainly hope that you’re holding it close to you now
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| I still remember the sunlight on your face that warm November day
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| And I still remember, my heartbeat quickened by desire, unaware of prices I would pay
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| I still remember the closing door the night we said goodbye, and I still
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| Remember losing you for good and knowing that a part of me had died
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| And I still pray that things will be alright
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| And I pray you’ll think of me tonight
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| And I know somehow I’ll be alright and I hope that you’re the same… |