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I'm in bed, my soul's on fire
Thinking bout my one desire
To have that touch I've had before
I had enough, but  I want more

I think about you from time to time
Recollecting days when you were mine
One memory that sticks to me
Has hauntingly been bittersweet

I was young and you were dumb
You were drunk, I had some rum
On that couch we talked all night
I dropped you off in morning light

I miss you now, but I know
Things come around and they go