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Sometimes I pretend I am on nightwatchand stare up from the roof of my apartmentAnd I'll watch the stars and the satellitesand I'll pretend I'm watching angelsin white chiffon and lace trace the midnight sky And at night might take me backthey say that love can take you backtake you backtake you backSometimes I see life as a worn out photographmemories are silent things and free from time to timeAnd I would conjure up your wordsand drive them from your lipsas if your words could bring me backthey say that love can bring you backbring you backto life From Letras Mania