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May 2021
You're the voice I wish I could hear
without my dreams
You're the advice I wish I could receive
Without the fuzz
You're the laughter I wish filled the room
without the distance

God,
I know we never, truly die
We only transform in the light
We glow and shine on what we left behind
I only wish
You had a phone line
So I could hear her voice one last time.

You're the vibration I need
When the devil's beneath my feet
The safety net that catches my soul
Without falling deep within Flames
And when I do
You're theΒ  hand that reaches out
saves me from the point of no return

God,
I know we never, truly die
We only transform in the light
We glow and shine on what we left behind
I only wish
You had a phone line
So I could hear her voice one last time
Written by
Michelle Adams
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   Junior McIntyre
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