Paula Cole/Jeremy Lubbock
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(Holding on, holding on, holding on...)
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Here in this vacancy,
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Where we existed,
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I carry on in life like some puppet acting her part.
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The very core of me,
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An empty garden.
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The tree of life once flowered her arms to open sky.
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An angel guided you home, now I'm alone, now I'm alone,
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The living on's the hardest part,
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And the days are endless hours.
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This house is silent now.
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The bed's much bigger.
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The television's constant to keep me company.
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The Maker guided you home,
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Now I'm alone, now I'm alone,
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The living on's the hardest part,
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And the days are endless hours,
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But then at night when my soul is in flight,
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And together we meet in the galaxy,
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Love know no lease,
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We're here in the meadow of grace and peace,
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We meet again in our dreams.
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So if you hear me now,
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'Cause I know you're out there.
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Wait for my homecoming when I cross the other side.
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A little bird flew you home,
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Now I'm alone, now I'm alone,
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The living on's the hardest part,
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And the days are endless hours.
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But then at night when my soul is in flight,
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And together we meet in the galaxy,
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Love knows no lease,
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We're here in the meadow; our secret place.
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We meet again in our dreams.
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In our dreams.
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In our dreams.
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Some days we meet again in our dreams.
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In Our Dreams
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| Paula Cole |
