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The rain is falling
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it's another lonely day
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And you're gone
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you're oh, so far away
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I keep your picture
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in my mind
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'cause I know
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there'll come a time
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When you'll be
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back with me
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and you'll stay
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I hear you calling
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in the darkness
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of the night
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and I turn
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as if to hold you tight
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But when I reach
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to touch your face
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There is just
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an empty space
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And I know
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that only you can
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make it right
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Living on
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the wild side
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in a world
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that's sometime cruel
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People try
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to tell you
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if you're in love
|
you're a fool
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But I know
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you don't believe
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that You know
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they're lying
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and that're wrong
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And your love
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for me will help
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me carry on
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You're the reason
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that I live
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All I own
|
I would give
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Just to have you
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here with me
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in my arms
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Another morning
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and I face the day alone
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I miss you each moment
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that you're gone
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I keep hearing
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in my head
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All the thing
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I should have said
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To let you know
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my love is burning strong
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If you can hold on
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'til the hard time
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pass us by
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I'll be back
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to dry the tears
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you cry
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And I swear
|
it won't be long
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But 'til I'm there
|
you've got to be strong
|
and I will hold you
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in my heart
|
until I die
|
|
Living on
|
the wild side
|
in a world
|
that's sometime cruel.
|
|
People try
|
to tell you
|
if you're in love
|
you're a fool
|
|
But I know
|
you don't believe
|
that You know
|
they're lying
|
and that're wrong
|
|
And your love
|
for me will help
|
me carry on
|
|
You're the reason
|
that I live
|
All I own
|
I would give
|
Just to have you
|
here with me
|
in my arms
|
|
You're the reason
|
that I live
|
All I own
|
I would give
|
Just to have you
|
here with me
|
in my arms
|
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