Staring out the window at the sinking sun
Another painful day is done
If I could convince myself I was over you now
I'd find a way to go on somehow
But the pain just grows stronger every day
I think of you and I'm on my way
Down memory lane with your hand in mine
Guess I'm just not the healing kind
Another December and the cold winds blow
And nights without you are so long
I stare at our picture through the far light's glow
And where you are right now I just don't know
And the pain just grows stronger every day
I think of you and I'm on my way
Down memory lane with your hand in mine
Guess I'm just not the healing kind
Guess I'm just not the healing kind
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