| An empty house, a dusty room
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| A photograph of me and you
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| A song of hope in your ear
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| Your smile told me that you could hear
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| And I know that I’ll see you again
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| But I don’t want this to be the end
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| It’s hard to say goodbye
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| 'Cause you’re gone this time
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| Every part of me misses every part of you
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| And with all the chaos in my world
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| I could really use your words
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| And every part of me wishes
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| That you could make me see different
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| Through all the heartache, all the hurt
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| I could really use your words right now
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| The smell of pine, forest green
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| A winter fire of fallen trees
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| And stories told from Kingston to Queens
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| A life of love and memories
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| And I know that I’ll see you again
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| But I don’t want this to be the end
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| It’s hard to say goodbye
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| 'Cause you’re gone this time
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| Every part of me misses every part of you
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| And with all the chaos in my world
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| I could really use your words
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| And every part of me wishes
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| That you could make me see different
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| Through all the heartache, all the hurt
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| I could really use your words right now
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| Heaven rejoices
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| Saints lift their voices (No, no, no, no, no, no)
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| As they welcome you home (Welcome you home), yeah
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| The streets are now gold for you
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| And God is now holding you
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| And you’ll never be alone
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| Oh, oh, no
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| But every part of me misses every part of you
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| And with all the chaos in my world
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| I could really use your words |