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Everytime You Leave
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The Old Stuff It�s a blessing to search your eyes
Soft, gentle, and meek.
But then you walk away,
and I wonder why
it cause so much pain inside
and makes me cry.
It�s not your fault you make me faint
Or shiver at the knees.
You cripple me on the spot,
But no, baby, don�t blame yourself.
Just don�t close that door behind you.
Leave it open so your breath
Can seep into my room
Where my dreams are filled with you.
