Lying here on the floor
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Wondering where my absent friends are
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Been sleeping on a bed of thorns
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It's my faith in you that keeps me warm
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Behind an old blue vase
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There's a picture of your face
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Sometimes you talk too loud to be ignored
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But I'll listen that's what I'm here for
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I know I'll wait for a day that won't come
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I know for you life's just begun
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I read your old letters one by one
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So if you wonder what you've done
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Take it from me; I know a lot about losing
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It's not what it seems; sometimes it's not your own choosing
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Nothing's for free, you ache for every moment
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Take it from me; I know a lot about losing.
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Here behind an old blue vase
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Hangs a picture of your face
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Every memory has its place
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Say for you my saving grace
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Take it from me; I know a lot about losing
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(Know a lot about losing)
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It's not what it seems; sometimes it's not your own choosing
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(It's not your own choosing)
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Nothing's for free, you ache for every moment
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(Ache for every moment)
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Take it from me; I know a lot about losing.
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Behind An Old Blue Vase
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| Nine Days |
