| You don’t say how you love him
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| But it shows in every word
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| When he played his favorite music
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| Was the best you’d ever heard
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| You tell me that he couldn’t watch
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| The violence cut by men
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| When all is quiet throughout the land
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| I hope you meet again
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| I hope you’ll meet again.
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| His feelings were as deep for you
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| And maybe even more
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| Though he probably didn’t show it You knew his heart was sure
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| And though he left without a single word
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| It was better in the end
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| There are no words to say goodbye
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| I hope you meet again
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| I hope you’ll meet again
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| I never even met him
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| but I knew we’d be a pair
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| we’d have sat down in any pub in town
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| and had a good time there
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| but there’s something there between us stands in both our way’s
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| when all these things are sorted out
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| I hope you’ll meet someday
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| (I hope you’ll meet someday
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| I hope you’ll meet someday)
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| you tell me of his interests
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| how he loved the sound of trains
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| whenever you hear that whistle
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| it’s calling out his name
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| all the lonely years you suffered
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| the days seemed so much longer
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| I hope you meet again
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| (I hope you’ll meet again) |