Years - Barbara Mandrell Faded photographs, The feelin's all come back Even now sometimes you're feelin' so near And I still see your face, Like it was yesterday Strange how the days turned into years
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Years of hanging on, To dreams already gone Years of wishing you were here After all this time, You'd think I wouldn't cry It's just that I still love you, After all these years
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Night time gently falls, Another day is gone I turn around to find you're still not here I leave the hall light on, In case you come back home Funny, I can say that for years
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