An empty photograph
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a lonely picture of my heart...
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unexpressed.
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And all this sentiment
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that I've chose to keep at bay
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has left a debt that I can't pay
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The feelings on my mind
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I save them for another time
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Tomorrow - it never comes
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and I still feel the sorrow
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Now all that's left are memories
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promises and guarantees of tomorrow
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I never thought
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that this would be the last time
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that we'd say
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goodbye
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goodbye
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goodbye
|
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The little things that I remember
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seem to fade away like shifting sand
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If only...
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I could touch your hand
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and try to turn back time
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and all the things I'd say instead
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but words unsaid are left for dead
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The feelings on my mind
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I save them for another time
|
Tomorrow - it never comes
|
and I still feel the sorrow
|
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Now all that's left are memories
|
promises and guarantees of
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Tomorrow - I never thought
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that this would be the last time
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that we'd say
|
goodbye
|
goodbye
|
goodbye
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Goodbye
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| The Echoing Green |
