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   | Lost Without You hey how are you I can't remember when I touched your face when we last embraced the dark end of the trip where my fingers lost the grip and every time I dream of you you're cold you die there's nothing I can do so lost without you and here's me I hear the echoes but I lost the sound I'd do everything I'd sell my final choice for a second of your voice and every time I dream of you you're cold you die there's nothing I can do so lost without you you're leaving me and I can't do anything anything at all so desperate to stand tall and still I fall and every time I look at you you're sweet you lie you cut me with your bliss there's nothing after this ©Corjan, all rights reserved |
