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When I Feel You
When I feel you
I feel you
When you're away
I wither like flowers thrown in a dustbin
In the July heat
I grow so numb
Sometimes I loathe myself just to feel
When I feel you
I feel you
When you're away
I wither like flowers thrown in a dustbin
In the July heat
I grow so numb
Sometimes I loathe myself just to feel
