In the stillness of the morning, when the dew is on the green grass, and the birds are singing sweetly in the trees.
I still see lovers walking, hear the sweet words that they're talking, and feel the teardrops rolling down my cheeks.
Cause it's just the morning after, and the year is one and twenty, and it seems like it was only yesterday.
The hurt is more this morning, as my mind goes back to memories, and I'm wondering why I had to pass this way.
Now the sunrise is approaching, and I'm sitting here just thinking, and I'm wondering why it ever had to end.
I know we shared some good times, and our love had so much meaning, how could the years make sweethearts end up friends?
Now the sun is slowly fading, and I'm sitting here reflecting, but the answer to my question's not in sight.
I guess there was a reason for our love to lose its meaning, but time I thought would someday make things right.
Cause it's just the morning after, and the year is one and twenty, and it seems like it was only yesterday.
The hurt is more this morning, as my mind goes back to memories, and I'm wondering why I had to pass this way.
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