You.
Oh the beautiful sunset reminds me of you
Oh why, oh why,
Do I think Of you
The sky, the moon, the soft touch of life reminds me of you
The dust on an old book reminds me of you
Everywhere I go reminds me of you
What I see, what I hear reminds me of you
I'm like a scratched CD when I think of you
The memories flow as a sing a song & there I am thinking of you
Oh why, oh why,
Do I think of you
Everything I do reminds me of you
But as the sun goes down do you whisper my name ?
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