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Screaming crowds are nothing compared to your soft whispers
Soft against my skin
Your love, your being causes me to wither
What we felt together surely must be a sin
Always a lone
Never finding a home
You showed me what love was supposed to be
You helped me to find what is truly me
When I saw your face the pull was like gravity
Your soul connecting to mine own
I don’t think I’ll be able to take it if you leave me be
My heart would return to stone
Always a lone
Never finding a home
You showed me what love was supposed to be
You helped me to find what is truly me
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