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Validations By Greg Stahl and Kevin Wiser You think you see it in her eyes But you know it will never last You watch it spark and fade away Like thunderheads In an uncertain summer sky And you tell youself And you tell yourself And you tell yourself There's no such thing Her finger slips along your arm Touching feelings passed You feel it drift and melt away Like snow In an early thaw And you tell yourself And you tell yourself And you tell yourself There's no such thing You think you hear it in her voice But you know inflections change You hear it once and then it wanes Like a fade In a sad, soft song And you tell yourself And you tell yourself And you tell yourself There's no such thing You may have found it in her heart But realization dawns In the end you're all you'll have Like an orphan On a solo singer's stage And you tell yourself And you tell yourself And you tell yourself There's no such thing You think you see it in her eyes But you know it will never last You watch it grow and then decay Like autumn leaves On a gold-to-dust day And you tell yourself And you tell yourself And  you tell yourself There's no such thing Chord progression D Em G Em A7