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He thinks of you, he tells me all his thoughts. He daydreams of you, he always stops. He always smiles for you, the way I do. He changed his blood color to blue. He asks me how much I love you. I ask, is it too much for you? Not at all, what are you waiting for? I am in a dream of my own… For her to love me is she, not me. I wake up to see her beside me, that’s just another dream… by me. My heart is waiting, and so he will. By the phone he sits, for a ring to hear. He misses you so damn much, the way desert misses rain's touch. My heart thinks of you night and day. He is never bored; he has so much to say… My heart thinks you're so fine. He finds you a beauty dogged out of mines. My heart wants you, give him a chance. He really needs you, take his hands. You took him in another world, bring him back. My heart loves you… I'm sure he does. |
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