| Every time I see Your face,
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| It reminds Me of the places,
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| We used to go.
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| But all I got is a Photograph
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| And I realize You’re not coming back
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| Anymore.
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| I thought I’d make it
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| The day You went away,
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| But I can’t make it
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| Till You come home again
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| To stay-yi-yay-yi-yay.
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| I can’t get used to living here,
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| While My heart is broke,
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| My tears I cried for You.
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| I want You here to have and hold,
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| As the years go by
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| And We grow old and grey.
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| (MUSIC)
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| Now You’re expecting Me
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| To live without You,
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| But that’s not something
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| That i’m looking forward to.
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| I can’t get used to living here,
|
| While My heart is broke,
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| My tears I cried for You.
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| I want You here to have and hold,
|
| As the years go by
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| And We grow old and grey.
|
| Every time I see Your face,
|
| It reminds Me of the places,
|
| We used to go.
|
| But all I got is a Photograph
|
| And I realize You’re not coming back
|
| Anymore.
|
| Every time I see Your face,
|
| It reminds Me of the places,
|
| We used to go.
|
| But all I got is a Photograph
|
| And I realize You’re not coming back
|
| Anymore.
|
| Every time I see Your face,
|
| It reminds Me of the places,
|
| We used to go.
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| But all I got is a Photograph… |