You can't see my eyes, you can't see my eyes. They don't see yours. Hear me when I say they don't mind at all. It's the rain that I hear coming, not a stranger or a ghost. It's the quiet of a storm that I fear the most. It's the pain that I hear coming. The slightest crystal clear tear drops to the ground in silence when my love is near.
Darling, when did you fall? When was it over?
I suppose it is the price of falling in love.
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losing sight of your once warm heart
now out of range to feel it radiate
i doubt
now out of range to feel it radiate
i doubt
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