| Just a song before I leave
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| A few words to believe in
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| A touch we’ll both remember in time
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| Like a warm fire in December
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| They’ll remind us who is real
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| And who is just passing by
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| A small taste of what once was
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| The sweet smell of some bright springtime
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| And i’ll remember
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| Sunflowers on your breast
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| And i’ll remember
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| That halston that you’d wear the best
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| And i’ll remember your fatal touch
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| And when it all becomes too much
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| I’ll pretend I don’t care…
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| I don’t care… I don’t care… anymore
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| Did he come to comfort you?
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| When you were feeling down
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| And was he there to listen
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| I listened but then I drowned in it
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| Behind your silent seal
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| Were nothing gets revealed
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| And maybe your eyes can’t fake
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| What your heart no longer feels
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| And I’ll remember
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| Sunflowers on your breast
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| And I’ll remember
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| That halston that you’d wear the best
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| And I’ll remember your fatal touch
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| When it all becomes too much
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| I’ll pretend I don’t care…
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| I don’t care… I don’t care…
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| Maybe sometimes over distant lines
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| When the words ring true to you
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| Then you might see
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| Ooooh maybe then sometimes
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| When you know it’s safe and clear
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| Then you can think of me out here
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| And remember the good times that we had
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| Just a song before I leave
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| A few words to believe in
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| A touch we’ll both remember in time
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| Like a warm fire in December |