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I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, So good to me, so right And how you held me in your arms That September night; The first time you ever saw me cry. Maybe this is wishful thinking, Probably mindless dreaming... If we loved again, I swear I'd love you right.

So i'm tired off watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, And I’ll feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe.

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