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Can't tell where the sky begins and the water endsNo clouds to hide the sunWaves playing me a symphony upon the sandI lay drifting on the ocean with this bottle in my handSat down on the boardwalk for a little whileYour memory my companySomething about this place had a way to make you smileYou always loved the sound of the wavesThe wind whistling across my bottlestill can't blow away the sorrowThat tomorrow you won't be here with meSo I raise it up and toast the day we metI won't forget the way you love methe amazing way you love me[Chorus]It's bittersweet, you seeYou're not here but I can feelEvery memory is on the tip of my tongueClose my eyes, see your face, hold on tight to yesterdayAnd when I wake, it was just a dreamIt's bittersweetDoctor said there's nothing we can doTook my hand said take me homeTo the only place with half a chance to take the pain awayLet me feel alive before I goYou said life is only borrowedSo let's wash away our sorrowThat tomorrow I won't be here with youGo and live your life with no regretsand don't forget how much I love youI love you[Chorus]It's bittersweet, you seeYou're not here but I can feelEvery memory is on the tip of my tongueClose my eyes, see your face, hold on tight to yesterdayAnd when I wake, it was just a dreamIt's bittersweetI brought you back just like you wantedSo you don't ever have to leaveAnd when I poured you across the southern skyI couldn't help but to cryI know you finally got your wingsBitter-bittersweetBittersweetThe wind whistling across my bottlecan't blow away the sorrowThat tomorrow you won't be here with meSo I raise it up and toast the day we metI won't forget the way you love methe amazing way you love meIt's bittersweet
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