Fantasy

It seems that you are a world away
There are times I don't know what to say
I hear a song and think of you
Can't figure out why I feel so blue
You say the things that I need to hear
When we talk into the night
Wish you were here to hold me tight
A volcano of fantasies erupt in my head
As I lay awake in my bed
Not knowing who you really are
Just a fantasy from afar.


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