| Here I stand with the wind on my face
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| And it seems I can hear your voice
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| Far from the depths of this cruel
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| Desert world
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| That takes, and gives you no choice
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| I remember that cold winter mourn
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| You left and did not say goodbye
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| We argued so much the previous night
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| Although I knew that you always
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| Were right
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| I should have listened to the raven’s cry
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| I would have wiped your tears aside
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| I could have drowned my ego and tired
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| To hold you one last time
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| One last night
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| I sat on the porch with your words in
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| My mind
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| And I thought of the pain in your eyes
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| I knew there and then that I had to find
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| A way
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| To say I’m sorry and swallow my pride
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| The sound of the phone seized
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| My thoughts
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| As a feeling of joy filled my heart
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| But the voice a the end of the line
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| Said the road had taken your life
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| I should have listened to the raven’s cry
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| I would have wiped your tears aside
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| I could have drowned my ego and tired
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| To hold you one last time
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| One last night
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| So here I am, standing on your grave
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| My heart is shattered
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| With empty tears raining down my face
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| That I can’t see from the disgrace
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| I wish that I could turn back time and
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| Change all that has happened
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| So we could have just one more night
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| Before our days would darken
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| I should have listened to the raven’s cry
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| I would have wiped your tears aside
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| I could have drowned my ego and tired
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| To hold you one last time
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| One last night |