| Down the streets I'd walk with you | |
| Seeing others doing | |
| Things we used to do. | |
| Now these thoughts they're haunting me | |
| Of how complete, I used to be | |
| And in these times that we're apart | |
| I'll hear that song that breaks my heart | |
| And I think of you | |
| And think of you... |
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