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Your precious love - that means so much
will it ever stop or will I just lose touch
What I want to say - but my words just fail
Is that I need it so I can't help myself
Like a hungry child - I just help myself
And when I'm all full up - I go out to play

Lonely as the moors on a winter's morning
Quiet as the sea on a cool calm night
In your tranquil shadow - I try and follow

I hear your distant shoe clicks
To the midnight beat
I feel trapped in sorrow
In this imagery
But that's how I am
Oh, I need you so

But I don't mean to bleed you dry
Or take you over for the rest of your life
It's just that I need something solid now

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