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As pretty as a song
A song could ever be
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me
You remind me that someday it's gonna end
And when you pass on
I bet you miss your friends

As simple as a breeze
Tugging hard upon the sail
Been moving through these streets forever
From Istanbul to Amsterdam
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me
You remind me that someday it's gonna end
And when you pass on
God, I bet you miss your friends

As pretty as a song
A song could ever be
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me
You remind me that someday it's gonna end
And when you pass on
God, I bet you miss your friends
Miss your friends
God, I bet you miss your friends

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As pretty as a song 
A song could ever be 
Like Christmas on a river 
Without a boat or Christmas tree 
This afternoon with you was something like a letter 
The kind that someone writes but never sends 
And when you look at me 
You remind me that someday it's gonna end 
And when you pass on 
I bet you miss your friends 
 
As simple as a breeze 
Tugging hard upon the sail 
Been moving through these streets forever 
From Istanbul to Amsterdam 
This afternoon with you was something like a letter 
The kind that someone writes but never sends 
And when you look at me 
You remind me that someday it's gonna end 
And when you pass on 
God, I bet you miss your friends 
 
As pretty as a song 
A song could ever be 
Like Christmas on a river 
Without a boat or Christmas tree 
This afternoon with you was something like a letter 
The kind that someone writes but never sends 
And when you look at me 
You remind me that someday it's gonna end 
And when you pass on 
God, I bet you miss your friends 
Miss your friends 
God, I bet you miss your friends

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