| Seven months to the day since I saw your face
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| You’re on the earth like a fire holding out to the bitter end
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| You’re holding on to the bitter end
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| I take a walk in the town
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| It’s like a dead in the street
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| The sidewalk sings your name underneath my feet
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| It goes on, forgotten no Baby, where did you go?
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| Did you sail away over some distant ocean?
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| Darling, what we had
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| It cannot be taken
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| It cannot be stolen
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| And it won’t be forgotten
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| No, it won’t be forgotten
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| Summer disappears like a dream I had
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| And winter comes with a knife that cuts you down
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| And it never ends
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| Ooh, it never ends
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| I hurry past the place you like to drink alone
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| Seven months to the day you left me here on this avenue
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| And now I think of you
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| Baby, where did you go?
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| Did you sail away over some distant ocean?
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| Darling, what we had
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| It cannot be taken
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| It cannot be broken
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| And it won’t be forgotten
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| No, it won’t be forgotten
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| Seven months to the day and you don’t leave a trace
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| I searched the cracks in the ground, the tallest buildings
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| They never knew
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| Oh, they never knew
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| Baby, where did you go?
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| Did you sail away over some distant ocean?
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| Darling, what we had
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| It cannot be taken
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| It cannot be stolen
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| And it won’t be forgotten
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| Baby, where did you go?
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| Did you sail away over some distant ocean?
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| Darling, what we had
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| It cannot be taken
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| It cannot be stolen
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| And it won’t be forgotten
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| No, it won’t be forgotten |