Well I read it in town in the melancholy news
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The front page story is our love is through
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The hand of time is cold -- I can't stand to hear the truth
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Somehow I won't believe it 'til I've heard it from you
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But there's no time for talk
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And there's no place for tears
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There's no reason to wonder after all of these years
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Sure we had some good times
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And so who's to blame
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It's so hard to tell when you both feel the pain
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After the years have come and gone
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The struggle to forget you will have just begun
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We had our ups and downs but one thing's for sure
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No one will ever love you more
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No Time for Talk
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| Christopher Cross |
