livin' off these memories
but its the dreams
that keep killin' me
always feels so real
waking up to the same ol'deal
no city&I'm back at home
thinkin' 'bout pickin' up the phone
just to hear you say hello
then I tell you my nites are so cold
wishing that you were still here
and wanting you to still care
needing to feel your touch
tired of missin' you so much
wanna hold you close as I can
wanna fell like I'm still your man...
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