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cry
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and I'm standing on a platform
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now I'm staring from a train
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and all the trees roll back beside but I'm so oblivious
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to the dark to the light
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it's all the same
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you gave me so much and now it's of the earth
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and it makes me cry
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(it makes me cry, it makes me cry)
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it can make me cry
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and you're standing here beside me
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in a picture in a frame
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and your voice could never fade it's so familiar
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things you said in my head
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every day
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you gave me so much
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and now it's of the earth
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and it makes me cry
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(it makes me cry, it makes me cry)
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and it can make me cry
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you're with me so much
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though you're never with me anymore
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and it makes me cry
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(it makes me cry, it makes me cry)
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it can make me cry
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(oh it makes me cry, it makes me cry)
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(yeah it makes me cry, it can make me cry)
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cry
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| The Sundays |
