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Every time I see your face
It reminds me of the places
We used to go.
But all I've got is a photograph
And I realise you're not coming back
Any more.
I thought I'd make it
The day you went away
But I can't make it
Till you come home again to stay.
I can't get used to living in
And my heart is broke
My tears are cried for you.
I want you here to have and hold
As the years go by and we grow old
And grey.
Now you're expecting me
To live without you.
But that's not something
That I'm looking forward to.
I can't get used to living in . . .
Every time I see your face . . .
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