Why? |
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| Why is it that
every song reminds me of you? Even those that I know you’ve never heard Even those that I know you’d hate |
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| Why, when I
think of other people, do I see your face? Hear your voice in their words Feel your fingers in their touch |
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| Why, wherever
that I go, do I sense you there? Your presence by my side Your aura all around me |
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| Why, when I try
to sleep, are you always in my dreams? Always frustratingly out of reach Always beckoning me on |
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| Why is it that
you seem to own my soul? And yet won’t open yours to me Why is it that you take all that I give? And yet give nothing in return |
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| Why am I so
obviously unhappy? And you so happily oblivious Because I love you, that’s why But you don’t love me! |
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© Robert Ford 1999 |