Lyrics
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I've been looking so long
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at these pictures of you,
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that I almost believe that they're real
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I've been living so long
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with my pictures of you,
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that I almost believe that the pictures
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are all I can feel.
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Remembering you standing quiet in the rain
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as I run to your heart to be near,
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and we kissed as the sky fell in,
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holding you close
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how I always held you close in your fear.
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Remembering you running soft through the night,
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you were bigger and brighter and wider than snow,
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and screamed at the make-believe,
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screamed at the sky,
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and you finally found all your courage
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to let it all go.
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Remembering you fallen into my arms,
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crying for the death of your heart,
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you were stone white, so delicate, lost in the cold,
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you were always so lost in the dark,
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remembering you how you used to be
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slow drowned, you were angels,
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so much more than everything,
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hold for the last time then slip away quietly,
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open my eyes, but I never see anything.
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If only I'd thought of the right words,
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