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I sang myself to sleep Guess I still do Could you hold my hand? I can't I never learned how to And all the years That hang like rain I often wish Them back again But somewhat born And half awake A parking lot A bellyache, oh And every time I turn to find There's no one there I feel it like it's shining new And fall again And all the years That hang like rain I often wish Them back again In ribbons tied Around our waist I held your arms You wore my face And something in The evening sky Said "holy holy Sick am I" But so are you And there you stand A garden wall A wеatherman