| Oh you have the saddest eyes
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| That I have ever seen
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| Secret sorrows of a heart
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| That breaks so easily
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| Don’t let me catch you crying
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| Don’t let me catch you crying
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| Watching through the pane of glass
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| The final silent scenes
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| You became a fading face
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| In morning’s half forgotten dream
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| Don’t let me catch you crying
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| Just hear the sad breeze sighing
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| You have
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| You have
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| You have the first ice of winter
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| I have the first rain of summer
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| You have the sad signs of sorrow
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| I have to leave you tomorrow
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| Words on a torn piece of paper
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| Escape from the window forever
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| Memories don’t seem to matter
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| When crushed under heel in the gutter
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| Oh you have the saddest eyes
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| That I have ever seen
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| Secret sorrows of a heart
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| That breaks so easily
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| Don’t let me catch you crying
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| Just hear the sad breeze sighing
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| You have
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| You have
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| I wander out along the rain washed streets
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| Blinded with tears
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| And kicking cans
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| Wrecked and wild
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| With an ever-crushing loneliness
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| Feverish and tousled
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| With an ever-crushing love
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| I know I won’t find any answers here
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| I know my pleading voice bounds back an echo
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| It ricochets back down the cavernous alley
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| Hey don’t be a stranger
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| Sad how misguided and confused
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| We suffer inside
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| Stumbling from one shaky stepping stone
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| To another
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| Reaching out for a blind, blind love
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| Reaching out for a blind, blind love
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| Small we fall easy prey to self-pity
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| Wishing I was with you on the other side
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| Maybe tomorrow I’ll join you in Paradise
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| Maybe tomorrow I’ll join you in Paradise |