(Rick Palombi/Roy Freeland)
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Now there's a wind blowin' leaves alone the empty street
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Down by the place on the corner
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Where we used to meet
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Two people to proud to give
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Afraid of what the heart demands
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Two of a kind
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We made up our minds to live
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Without the ties that bind
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Each to each
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No surrender
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Out of reach
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Where not one tender sound was heard
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Not a cry or a whisper
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No farewell
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Nothing spoken
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Silence fell while hearts were broken
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No one stirred
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Was it love?
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Did we ever know the meaning of the word?
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Now there's a moon rising in the cold and distant skies
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And I can feel it shinin' down like a lover's eyes
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Don't know where you are tonight
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Or how to tell the things we say
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From what we mean
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Or why we could never cross the distance in between
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Each to each
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No surrender
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Out of reach
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Where not one tender sound was heard
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Not a cry or a whisper
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No farewell
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Nothing spoken
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Silence fell while hearts were broken
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No one stirred
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Was it love?
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Did we ever know the meaning of the word?
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Don't know where you are tonight
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Or how to tell the things we say
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From what we mean
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Or why we could never cross the distance in between
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Meaning Of The Word
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Laura Branigan |