* It's Over *
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If time were not a moving thing
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And I could make it stay
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This hour of love we share would always be
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There'd be no coming day
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To shine a morning light
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And make us realize our night is over
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When you walk away from me
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There is no place to put my hand
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Except to shade my eyes against the sun
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That rises over the land
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I watch you walk away somehow
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I have to let you go, cause it's over
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If you knew just how I really feel
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You might return and yet
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There are so many times
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That people have to love and then forget
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Oh, there might have been a way somehow
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I have to force myself to say, it's over
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So I turn my back,
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Turn my collar to the wind
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Move along in silence
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Trying not to think at all
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I set my feet before me
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Walk the silent street before me now, it's over
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If time were not a moving thing
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And I could make you stay
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This hour of love we share would always be
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There'd be no coming day
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To shine a morning light
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And make us realize our night is over, it's over
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Johnny B Goode
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| Elvis Presley |
