Written by Ian Bairnson
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I need to remember the day
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When we said goodbye for the very last time
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There was still so much to say
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But time came between us and quietly stole you away
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Let me remember the day
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We walk to the garden and sit for a while
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The hours are slipping away
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Still I try to hold them and freeze them in time
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So leave me believing we¡¯ll meet here again
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Promise me some kind of sign
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As each day turns into night
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I blow out the candle and turn down the sheet
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And now that you¡¯ve risen so high
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I know that you watch over me as I sleep
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Always believing we¡¯ll meet up again
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Waiting for some kind of sign
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So now I remember the day
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When we said goodbye for the very last time
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But no one can take you away
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¡®Cause here in my memories there¡¯s never a very last time
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Never a very last time¡¦.
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The Very Last Time
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| Alan Parsons Project |
