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the voice of the wind, cries out your name.
you're mother natures only god you're an angel and a saint.
but where are you now, you're driving me insane.
I'm looking right behind me as I'm walking down that lane.
and thats when all the memories, come flooding back to me.
because the day that you left my side, will always stay with me.

because you're one in a million, I've got nothing else to say.

nobody comes close to you. you're a winner everyday.
I'm sitting down at home, talking on the phone, but there's no one talking back, its just a one way telephone.

at night when i go up to bed, i pray to hear your voice.
but the only thing that speaks back, is the outside droning noise.
i cant get to sleep, cant even get a peep.
because when i close my eyes, a picture of you forms inside my mind.
and thats when i burst into tears, your absence is my fear.
because the day that you left my side, will always stay with me.

because your one in a million, Ive got nothing else to say.
nobody comes close to you, you're a winner everyday.
I'm sitting down at home, talking on the phone.
but there's no one talking back, its just a one way telephone.

at last one night i heard your voice, you said you were alright.
and that someday i too would see, the everlasting light.
you said to get on with my life, and not to hold on tight.
to all the memories trapped inside, of that ever burning night.
and thats when all the memories, come flooding back to me.
because the day that you left my side, will always stay with me.

because you're one in a million, Ive got nothing else to say.
nobody comes close to you, you're a winner everyday.
I'm sitting down at home, talking on the phone.
but there's no one talking back its just a one way telephone.

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