| Sometimes I forget that you’ve gone
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| You’ve gone, and you’re not coming back
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| And it’s hard to believe that you’re still not here
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| What’s left behind, disputes that fact
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| And your bookcase still holds all your books
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| It’s as if all you’ve done is go out of town
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| You’ll be back soon, that’s just how it looks
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| But your suitcase is empty, it’s right here in the hall
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| That’s not even the strangest thing
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| Why would you leave your wallet behind
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| Your glasses, your wristwatch and ring
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| Your glasses, your wristwatch and ring
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| Sometimes I forget that you’ve gone
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| That we’ll never see you again
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| I think for a moment, I’ve got to give him a all
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| But I can’t now I realize that
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| No we can’t meet for lunch at the usual place
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| The place where we always would go
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| And there was something I wanted to tell you so bad
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| Something I knew that you’d want to know
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| I could go by myself to our old haunt
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| That seems like such a strange thing to do
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| The waiters would wonder what was going on
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| Why weren’t you there, where were you
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| Why weren’t you there, where were you
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| Sometimes I forget that you’ve gone
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| I remember and I feel the ache
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| How could it have happened, how could it be
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| It’s not true, there must be some mistake
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| Momentos, memories, tell me what good are they
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| No they’re not much to have and to hold
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| And it’s true that you’re gone
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| And you’re not coming back
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| And this world seems so empty and cold
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| But sometimes things happen
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| It doesn’t seem strange
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| You’re not far away, you’re near
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| Sometimes I forget that you’ve gone
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| Sometimes it feels like you’re right here
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| Right now it feels like you’re right here |