| Every day someone talks to me about you
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| Trying to remove the pain from within my soul
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| Every day someone talks to me about you
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| Trying to explain to me that you won’t return
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| But at night, when there is no light
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| When everyone leaves
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| You slowly walk into my dreams,
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| There you are, you are not just a memory
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| I can feel you so close that you are almost real
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| But then you leave again
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| And when I wake up your absence is present
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| Every day someone talks to me about you
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| And they tell me time is like a turning wheel
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| Every day I could climb
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| After reaching the bottom if only I could also turn
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| But at night, when there is no light
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| When everyone leaves
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| You slowly walk into my dreams,
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| There you are, you are not just a memory
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| I can feel you so close that you are almost real
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| But then you leave again
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| And when I wake up your absence is present |