Stood out in the rain.
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Let it soak me down,
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Before I called you:
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I called you.
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You did not see me there,
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Hidden by the dark,
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Beneath your window,
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But I saw you.
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When putting on a face for the mirror on the wall.
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Dreaming that the looking glass is you.
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Catching my fondest gazes;
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Living through my fickle phases.
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I love you.
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Spend my time on 'phones,
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Tryin' just to talk,
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But you didn't answer:
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You let it ring.
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Spend my nights alone,
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Catching fallin' stars,
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To give to you, love.
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They're just for you.
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Stars fall every time a lover has to face the truth.
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And far too many stars have fell on me.
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And as they trail the skies,
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And burn their paths upon my eyes,
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I cry.
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And it's getting easier, each day, to weep about you.
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Harder, every night, to sleep without you.
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How many years must I be,
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Driven by this dream of love with you?
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Stars
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| Alison Krauss & Union Station |
