| We met it seems a life ago
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| When youth was strong and love was bold
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| But now our fear has taken hold enough
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| Your eyes they held a promise of
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| It flew away that frightened dove
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| So now the push has come to shove enough
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| Won’t be the one to hold your hand
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| I hope, I beg you’ll understand
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| I’ve drawn a line across a sand
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| My love, I wish you well
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| I miss your simple cotton dress
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| The finger in my fingertips
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| The taste of you upon my lips enough
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| But our home was in a house of cards
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| The broken glass and mirror shards
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| Have left their mark and deeper scars enough
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| Won’t be the one to hold your hand
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| I hope, I beg you’ll understand
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| I’ve drawn a line across a sand
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| My love, I wish you well
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| Oh, the but the night is colder
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| All of the lies are over
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| No longer on my shoulder now
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| Won’t be the one to hold your hand
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| I hope, I beg you’ll understand
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| I’ve drawn a line across a sand
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| My love, I wish you well
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| Won’t be the one to hold your hand
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| I hope, I beg you’ll understand
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| I’ve drawn a line across a sand
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| I wish you well
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| I wish you well
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| I wish you well |