| If I had a reason I’d tell you what it is
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| Must I explain how I feel
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| I’ve tried and I’ve tried to make it so clear
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| But my time is just wasted I fear
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| Well it’s only an old song but it serves it’s purpose so well
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| By the cry in your voice I can tell
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| When you sing there’s a feeling behind the words
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| That brings it all back again
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| I’m reaching, I’m reaching, while you slip away
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| I’m searching for words I can say
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| I’m listening, I’m listening, tryin' not to hear
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| You say that we might meet some day
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| There’s a picture that’s faded and curling from it’s frame
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| Of a face that smiles patiently
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| It might smile forever to make me feel better
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| But I just might wait to see
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| Oh I’m reaching, I’m reaching while you slip away
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| I’m searching for words I can’t say
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| I’m listening, I’m listening tryin' not to hear
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| You say that we might meet some day
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| There’s answers to questions that we both wanna know
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| But those answers keep evading me
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| There’s rhymes and there’s reasons, there’s rights and there’s wrongs
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| For being what you are to me
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| If I had a a reason I’d tell you what it is
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| Would you do the same thing for me?
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| «Cause the minute you go there’s one thing I know
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| That the day will mean nothing for me |