3/11/2008

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It’s cold in your room
As I sneak to your bed
A gentle touch
To bring you back
And your eyes are screaming

It’s cold in your room
But you whisper warm breath
Say all the right things
And it’s just what I needed to hear
To bring me back

It’s cold in my room
And I don’t know where you are
‘Cause you’re saying
Just what I don’t want to hear
But it’s not enough
To wake me up

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