Every time I see your face
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It reminds me of the place
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We used to go
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All's I got is a photograph
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And I'm feelin' like you're not comin' back anymore
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I thought I'd make it
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The day you went away
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But I just can't take it
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If you're not coming home to stay
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I can't get used to living here
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When my heart is broke
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My tears they cry for you
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I want you here to have and hold
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As the years go by
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And we get old and grey
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Now you're expecting me
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To live without you
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But that's not something
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That I'm looking forward to
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I can't get used to living here
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When my heart is broke
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My tears have cried for you.
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Photograph
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Camper Van Beethoven |