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The thought of you
Oh, to have you
Would be a dream come true
To feel your skin again
Would be the feeling that I could not explain
Oh, to hear your soft voice
I wish I had a choice
But I do not
So I sit, alone, with the only thing that's left of you - the thought.
Would be a dream come true
To feel your skin again
Would be the feeling that I could not explain
Oh, to hear your soft voice
I wish I had a choice
But I do not
So I sit, alone, with the only thing that's left of you - the thought.
