Simply put I'm satisfied just to hear you speak
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And holding on to what you said last time here with me.
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I remember listening to passing cars, on our backs staring at the stars.
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And I survive by these memories, these memories of you.
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So I'll press my face against the pane
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of the window as I watch you drive away.
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The glass is still stained in my bedroom
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Where you wrote "I love you" with your lipstick.
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And once again I'm left here fighting tears away.
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The glass is still stained in my bedroom
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Where you wrote "I love you" with your lipstick.
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And once again I'm left here fighting tears away.
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The glass is still stained in my bedroom
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Where you wrote "I love you" with your lipstick.
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And once again I'm left here fighting tears away.
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The glass is still stained in my bedroom
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Where you wrote "I love you" with your lipstick.
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And once again I'm left here fighting tears away.
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Through the Pane
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| Across Five Aprils |
