Touch, lying on the floor
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Wishing this could last
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But knowing that it can't
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And soon you will leave
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And I will be on the floor,
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Watching the tv, trying hard to find a reason to move
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I'm frozen in one place, staring at the screen
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Listening to the rain falling on the street
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Some days go on too long
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And no one can hang out tonight
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Here, where the carpet is cool and soft,
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Underneath the clock I feel my weary heart is put to rest
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You gather around your friends
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The connection that you feel when the night has not yet died
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You are new with a promise of a love
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You will probably never find
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And touch that you can really feel
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The brokenness inside as hope and less collide
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Now nothing is real
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(you are new and near now to someone you used to love
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When you were young; when all was gold and you two touched
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And felt the flutter underneath your skin. you stood in glowing rooms,
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The light dripping from both of you.
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And nothing since has felt as radiant or real.)
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And there is nothing more I want than just one night
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That's free of doubt and sadness
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One night that I can really feel.
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Touch
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| Bright Eyes |
