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Phone Call, Sunday afternoonSpingtime, this flower's lost it's bloomI was not there and it is not fairYour innocence and youthcarried you this far just to be removedTonight... the stars will shineAnd fill my life, you've left me behindDreaming, a panoramic viewCanvas memories, take me back to youWe lived and laughed, we lived so fastI can't stand to see the truthNow your masterpieceIt paints the newsShe's walking through the blue and goldThe new and the old, with the ancient father of every daughterI know we'll make it through this night From Letras Mania