The longing is a pain
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A heavy pressure on my chest
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It rarely leaves
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And my day becomes a quest
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To try not to think about here
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And all that she brings
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Forget about her magic
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All the beautiful things
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Surely there are other things to life
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But I can't think of one single thing
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That matters more
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Than just to see her
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Her smile
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Her touch
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Her smell
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Her laugh
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The longing is a friend
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A way to stay close
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And feel like she's here
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And feel like she knows
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That when I say I would die for her
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It's not just words
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I really would
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And to make the world a safer place for her
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Well, I believe I really could
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Surely there are other things to life
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But I can't think of one single thing
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That matters more
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Than just to see her
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To see her
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Her tears
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Her sorrow
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Her faults
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Her doubts
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I love them all
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The Longing
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| Eels |
