| I sit on my pillow
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| My cat on my head
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| I hear your voice, boy
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| And can`t forget
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| Your kisses were cold and
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| Full of loneliness
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| Hold deep sadness
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| With my hands
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| Won`t be here, won`t be there
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| I will write another story
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| And my tears will create
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| Will create a lake of sorrows
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| But in April
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| It sounds
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| Like love
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| When you call
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| You call my name
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| You call my name
|
| But in April
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| It sounds
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| Like love
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| When you call
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| You call my name
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| You call my name
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| You call my name
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| The door is open
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| Now I have to go
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| The moon shines brighter
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| Then it did before
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| The clock strikes twelve
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| There`s no time, time to sleep
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| We go upstairs
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| Straight to the sky
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| I`m not here, I`m not there
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| Took a ball-point-pen to write you
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| And my tears, they create
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| They create a lake of sorrows
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| The door is open
|
| Now I have to go
|
| The moon shines brighter
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| Then it did before
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| Was not here, was not there
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| Yes, I wrote another story
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| And my tears
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| And my tears
|
| And my tears…
|
| But in April
|
| It sounds
|
| Like love
|
| When you call
|
| You call my name
|
| You call my name
|
| But in April
|
| It sounds
|
| Like love
|
| When you call
|
| You call my name
|
| You call my name
|
| But in April
|
| It sounds
|
| Like love
|
| When you call
|
| You call my name
|
| You call my name
|
| …my name… …you call my name… …my name… …you call my name…
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| …my name… …you call my name… …my name… …you call my name…
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| …my name… …you call my name… …my name… …you call my name…
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| …my name… …you call my name… …my name… …you call my name… |