| My heart is in another’s keeping, all but one small part
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| A piece that somehow found its way to hide inside your heart
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| I can go a day or three with not one thought of you
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| But then I see your crooked smile that draws me back into
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| The way you almost held my hand, dear
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| The time you kissed my cheek
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| The words that never left your lips, love
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| But I heard week after week
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| The waltzes that we left untaken
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| The glances drove us mad
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| The life we didn’t live together
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| And the love that we almost had
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| I remember it so clearly, the day you first came in
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| The bright light in your eye, the brown velvet of your skin
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| The instant ancient understanding of what I already knew
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| That spark of useless fire, the pull that led us to
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| The way you almost held my hand, dear
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| The time you kissed my cheek
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| The words that never left your lips, love
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| But I heard week after week
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| The waltzes that we left untaken
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| The glances drove us mad
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| The life we didn’t live together
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| And the love that we almost had
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| The way you almost held my hand, dear
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| The time you kissed my cheek
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| The words that never left your lips, love
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| But I heard week after week
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| Waltzes that we left untaken
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| The glances drove us mad
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| The life we didn’t live together
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| And the love that we almost had
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| Oh, the love that we almost had
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| The love that we almost had-had-had, had-had-had |