Years

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There once was a beautiful young woman, who sang a very lonely song.

Last Verse:

Nighttime gently falls. Another day is gone. I turn around to find,
you're still not here. I'll leave the hall light on. In case you come
back home. Funny. I've been saying that for years.

Last chorus:

Years of hanging on, to dreams already gone. Years of wishing you were
here. After all this time, you'de think I wouldn't cry. It's just that
I still love you, after all these years. After all these years.