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Nicholls-Holmes
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The eyes that watch her weeping
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As she turns to leave
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Surrender to another tear
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Uncertain of this new decision we have made
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Too empty, though, to say for sure
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And she and I no longer know the reason
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It's all I can do to bury my fear
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I wanted so much to always be here
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Wherever she goes, whatever she does
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How can I let go?
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When all that I know, in all that I see
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I know in my heart reminders will come
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Both out of words and out of hope
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Another day exactly like I've come to know
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So nervously I close my eyes
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In hoping, when I open them, that she'll be gone
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For well she knows I can't give in to sorrow
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I wait for a chance to be letting her know
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I love her enough to be letting her go
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I know it's everything we said
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But I must not trust
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It's too late, too late to trust
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And I must not trust
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It's too late, too late to trust
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