We’ve unplugged the phones and the door is locked

We’ve dimmed the lights and stopped the clocks

And Baker Street is silent for us tonight

My books are scattered on the floor

My eyes are closed but I know yours

Are sparkling with tears that you won’t cry

You know what we’re waiting for and so do I

We’ll drown in tears and long goodbyes

But you deserve quite nothing less, my friend

Everyone’s gone, just you and me now

We’re all alone and safe and sound

And I’ll hold your hand until the very end

Oh John, I ask, remember me

‘Cause I’m all alone on this wide, wide sea
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Please remember all of the cases

The people, the places

All the times we were shadows

All the crooks, and chases

Remember the mysteries

Our failures and victories

Just remember the good days

Remember them always

Oh tell Lestrade he’ll always be

The good man that he saw in me

I never had the heart that it requires

But I’m not afraid, so please be strong

I never thought I’d live this long

I thought the end [bad word] with red gunfire

John, you’re gonna be just fine

You’ll learn to live alone in time
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But John, the man who once got shot

You’ll be the man that I could not
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