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This cannot be real Lookin' up into the cold This window holds a view Of you and I and growing old I would call you now If I had strength on the telephone I would call you now Say the words to bring you home This cannot be real Lookin out into the rain This window holds a view Of you and I and how things change I would call you now If you weren't sleeping three hours from here I would call you now Sing the words that bring you near I would call you now If you weren't sleeping three hours from here So lay your sweet head down And dream of me, so far yet near |