| If I close my eyes I see your face
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| And I’m not without you
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| If I try hard and concentrate
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| I can still hear you speak
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| I picture myself in your room by the chair
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| You’re smoking a cigarette
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| If I close my eyes I can see your face
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| You’re saying, «I missed you»
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| Dreamin', I’m always dreamin'
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| If I close my eyes I can smell your perfume
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| You look and say, «Hi baby»
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| If I close my eyes pictures from china
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| Still hang from the wall
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| I hear the dog bark I turn and say
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| «What were you saying? |
| «I picture you in the red chair
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| Inside the pale room
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| Dreamin', I’m always dreamin'
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| You sat in your chair with a tube in your arm
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| You were so skinny
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| You were still making jokes
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| I don’t know what drugs they had you on
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| You said, «I guess this is not the time
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| For long term investments»
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| You were always laughing
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| But you never laughing at me
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| They say in the end the pain was so bad
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| That you were screaming
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| Now you were no saint but you deserved
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| Better than that
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| From the corner I watched them removing things
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| From your apartment
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| But I can picture you red chair and pale room
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| Inside my head
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| If I close my eyes I see your face
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| And I’m not without you
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| If I try hard and concentrate I can hear your voice saying
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| «Who better than you»
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| If I close my eyes I can’t believe that
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| I’m here without you
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| Inside your pale room your empty red chair
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| And my head
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| Dreamin', I’m always dreamin'
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| Dreamin', I’m always dreamin'
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| Dreamin', I’m always dreamin' |