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Tears on a pillowEyes on the phoneYou pour all the love that you keep insideInto a songLike 'He's Gone'And these are the thoughts that you keep insideYou smile from your windowAnd stand all aloneAnd pour all the love that you keep insideInto the phoneInto the phoneAnd like the leaves on the treesLike the Carpenters songLike the planes and the trains and they lives that were youngHe's goneAnd it feels like the words to a songWith the style of a widowAnd the place of your ownYou pour all the words that you keep insideInto the phoneAnd sit aloneAnd these are the thoughts that you keep insideAnd smile from your windowAnd stand all aloneAnd pour all the love that you keep insideInto a songinto a songAnd like the leaves on the treesLike the Carpenters songLike the planes and the trains and they lives that were youngHe's goneAnd it feels like the words to a songAnd like the stains on the names of the lives of the youngHe's goneAnd it feels like the words to a songAnd like the leaves on the treesLike the Carpenters songLike the planes and the trains and they lives that were youngHe's goneAnd it feels like the words to a songAnd like the stains on the names of the lives of the youngHe's goneAnd it feels like the words to a songSo goneSo gonemore