Lauren and I
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So see the leaves fall to the ground, And see them lyin' all around, 'Cos still I can't see you,
And there's the wind that plays in the air, Flying around, how it does not care Still I can't see you
And the seasons pass away And I still sit here lonely, each and every day,Wonderin' what's gone wrong. 'Cos I don't remember seasons lastin' oh so long Oh so long
And I still can't see you (I'm dreamin' every night, I'm searchin' every day) And I still can't see you (I had her in my sights, and let her slip away) And I still can't see you Lauren and I
Lauren and I
And there's the stars way in the sky Leading my way and I don't know where or why
Still I can't see you. And when my back's against the wall I see a reason for it all
But I still can't see you
And I still can't see you (I'm dreamin' every night, I'm searchin' every day) And I still can't see you (I had her in my sights, and let her slip away) And I still can't see you Lauren and I Lauren and I Lauren and I Lauren and I
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