| Girl stood on the rocks with the water at her feet
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| The sun on her skin and a tear on her cheek
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| With her hand on her chest and the wind in her hair
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| Underneath her breath like a beggar’s prayer she said
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| I miss you, come back to me
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| I wish you’d come back to me
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| But nobody heard
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| And the world turned and the world turned and the world turned
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| And thats when the girl reached in her pocket
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| Pulled out a silver heart-shaped locket
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| Opened it up and stared for a while at her faded boy
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| With a lazy smile, oh how
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| I miss you, come back to me
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| I wish you’d come back to me
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| But nobody heard
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| And the world turned and the world turned and the world turned
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| And she walked to the deepest part of the river
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| And she thought about diving in
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| She imagined how the current would overtake her
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| How easy it would be to disappear
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| But instead she tossed the locket
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| In the cool, blue, water
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| That night in her bed, she let herself weep
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| She let herself cry herself to sleep
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| And there in a dream somewhere in the night
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| Saw the boy and the locket by the riverside, saying
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| I miss you, come back to me
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| I wish you’d come back to me
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| But nobody heard
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| And the world turned and the world turned and the world turned |