I can see the trouble, they told me you've meat see somebody
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Since the begging of summer '
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So don't ask me my opinion about you obviously don't love 'em
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You say that he's a really good guy but a really good guy'
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I can see the passion in your eyes, you love me baby you don't have to lie
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You can cry, you can cry, you can cry into his arm
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Know that every tear is a memory of him
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Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain into his arms
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Let the poor out tell the memories are gone
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You can cry, you can cry, you can cry until into his arm
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Know that every tear is a memory of him
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Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain into his arms
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Let the poor out tell the memories are gone
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You're love is so fucking
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You've been thinking of me every time
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That two of you are fucking I know
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Baby I know it's hard, hard in every relationship there's scars
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Baby just tell me something, can you look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing?
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I can see the passion in your eyes, you love me baby you don't have to lie
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You can cry, you can cry, you can cry into his arm
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Know that every tear is a memory of him
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Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain into his arms
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Let the poor out tell the memories are gone
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I can see the passion in your eyes, you love me baby you don't have to lie
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You can cry, you can cry, you can cry into his arm
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Know that every tear is a memory of him
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Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain into his arms
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Let the poor out tell the memories are gone
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You can cry, just let it rain, until all memories are gone
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I can see the passion in your eyes, you love me baby you don't have to lie
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You can cry, you can cry, you can cry into his arm
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Know that every tear is a memory of him
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Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain into his arms
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Let the poor out tell the memories are gone
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I can see the passion in your eyes, you love me baby you don't have to lie
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You can cry, you can cry, you can cry into his arm
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Know that every tear is a memory of him
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Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain into his arms
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Let the poor out tell the memories are gone
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Memories Are Gone
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| James Kaye |