Now you can sell your soul
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But you can't buy it back
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I've spent my whole life
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Working to give you everything you like
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Now I wish you were here
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So we could walk and talk
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In the soft rain, in the soft rain
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Now all that left of us
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Is a picture sitting in a frame
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I would gladly trade
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All of my sympathy for sorrow
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If I could have you, If I could have you here with me to my own
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I wish you were here
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So we could walk and talk
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In the soft rain, in the soft rain
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Now all that's left of us
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Is a picture sitting in a frame
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Everything i wish for
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Is everything i see
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I remember when your kisses were for me
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So many wasted days
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The past is so hard to get out from under
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So many words that i wish i could say
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The future rattles my bones weak like thunder
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I wish you were here
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So we could walk and talk
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In the soft rain, soft rain, soft rain
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Now all that's left of us
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Is a picture sitting in a frame
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Everything i wish for
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Is everything i see
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I remember when your kisses were for me
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Everything i wish for
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Is everything i see
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I remember when your kisses were for me
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Picture In A Frame
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| Ben Harper |
