| At separate tables we sit down to eat,
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| In separate bedrooms we go to sleep at night,
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| I only wish you knew how much,
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| You’ve been on my mind;
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| I think about you when the morning comes,
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| I think about you when all my day is done,
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| Wondering what you are doing now,
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| Are you lonely too?
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| Because I — I miss you here tonight,
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| And I wish you were by my side,
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| And I don’t want to let go;
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| At separate tables we sit down to write,
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| The separate letters that never see the light,
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| If only we could just agree,
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| To read between the lines;
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| I want to see you and I know what I will say,
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| We must be crazy to throw it all away,
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| Never knowing what is lost,
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| Before it’s all too late;
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| And I — I miss you here tonight,
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| And I wish you were by my side,
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| And I don’t want to let go;
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| Yes I — I miss you here tonight,
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| And when I hold you by my side,
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| Well I’m not going to let go. |