And the rear lights of your car behind the
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trees they fade away
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walking inside somnambular there goes a
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lovelorn castaway
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Does it always have to be like this? I'll never know...
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Was it something that I said?
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You said: "I gotta go..."
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While leaving me back here
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with my memories and my tears
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You won't reappear!
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Staring at the telephone
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Wondering if i'd try?
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I never knew that nights
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could be that long
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And sill I hear your last good-bye
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Strange people on the screen,
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they try to make me laugh
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But everywhere I see your face
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and the photograph on the wall
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says the you're gone
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And I'm waiting for the sun
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keep dreaming on...
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No fire in the lighthouse
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to guide me tonight
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Don't know if our planet's razed
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torn apart by love's meteorite
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I know I will lose you
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How can I face another daylight?
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And I know this could ring down the curtain
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to our last show
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No second chance for Juliet and her Romeo
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No applause, no ovations, no bravissimo
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Please don't go.
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Our Last Show
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| Antichrisis |
