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when i saw the break of day i wished that i could fly away instead of kneeling in the sand catching teardrops in my hand don't know why norah jones


What am I to you? Do you love me anymore? Do you ever think about me? Are your memories filled with pain? Or is their happened? Can you still picture me in your life? Beside you in OUR bed? Or have yiu replaced me already?