| Simple really, isn’t it, a word or two and then
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| A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
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| You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell
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| The someone you once loved so long ago so well
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| Never wonder what I feel as living shuffles by You don’t have to ask me and I need not reply
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| Every moment of my life from now until I die
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| I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
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| How a perfect love can be confound and out of hand
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| Is it written in the stars
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| Are we paying for some crime
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| Is that all that we are good for
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| Just a stretch of mortal time
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| Is this God’s experiment
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| In which we have no say
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| In which we’re given paradise
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| But only for a day
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| Nothing can they alter, there is nothing to decide
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| No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide
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| You are all I’ll ever want, but this I am denied
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| Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I’d never learn
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| What it is to be in love and have that love returned |