when words
seem to fail me,
as they rush past
through my head.
I feel too much
and I don't know
how to let it all out.
So I take a deep
breath and count to three
and, as the fog begins to
clear from my
clouded mind;
the only thought that
remains is this:
I'm missing you.
Well I care for you, you know
My heart is underground
Well I believe it was different
I believe we could do it around
I can't get you out of my mind...
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