| Every time I see your face
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| It reminds me of the places we used to go
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| But all I got is a photograph
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| And I realize you’re not coming back anymore
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| I thought I’d make it
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| The day you went away
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| But I can’t make it
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| Till you come home again to stay
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| I can’t get used to living here
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| While my heart is broke, my tears I cried for you
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| I want you here to have and hold
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| As the years go by and we grow old and gray
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| I thought I’d make it
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| The day you went away
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| But I can’t make it
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| Till you come home again to stay
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| I can’t get used to living here
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| While my heart is broke, my tears I cried for you
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| I want you here to have and hold
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| As the years go by and we grow old and gray
|
| Every time I see your face
|
| It reminds me of the places we used to go
|
| But all I got is a photograph
|
| And I realize you’re not coming back anymore
|
| Every time I see your face
|
| It reminds me of the places we used to go
|
| But all I got is a photograph
|
| And I realize you’re not coming back anymore
|
| Every time I see your face
|
| It reminds me of the places we used to go
|
| But all I got is a photograph
|
| And I realize you’re not coming back anymore |