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And I find her there Taking all she can beg or steal of borrow Leaving only memories She thinks I can’t see her
Arriving home she assures me that she’s sorry For the things she said And it sounds good but she’s still the same old story She thinks she’s deceiving me She thinks I can’t see her She thinks I can’t see
All the love that I know Turning out not to be Quite enough for her Though my love for her grows each day
A young girl sleeps And her dreams are laced with silver From the day before And as I stare I detect a sudden shiver Thinking of the day she'll leave She thinks I don’t need her She thinks I don’t see
All the love that I know Turning out not to be Quite enough for her Though my love for her grows each day
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