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What do I do when this feeling hits?
It's Sunday night, and we cannot kiss.
The night just seems so cruel to me,
Leading me to dreams that I cannot see.

I can smell her skin when I close my eyes,
Like a drug of love I cannot fight.
I need to love her, I need to hold her tight,
I need to feel her heatβ€”I need her tonight.
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Lost Indeed
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