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Walking on clouds Is precisely what it feels like To avoid comparing every man To you Impossible I can’t help but chuckle When they say something Word for word what you’d say I hear your voice instead of theirs You’ve set a bar so low That it’s actually high Many of them don’t need to play limbo Yet my heart still blocks the gate I try to imagine doing all the things We said we’d do with them But it just feels like an empty hole In the pit of my stomach It makes me sick It’s tedious to know You’re out there living life And I’m trying to find one Without you Yet no matter where I journey Whom I meet I can’t bring myself to see them Because it’s you I’m still looking for
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
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Walking on clouds Is precisely what it feels like To avoid comparing every man To you Impossible I can’t help but chuckle When they say something Word for word what you’d say I hear your voice instead of theirs You’ve set a bar so low That it’s actually high Many of them don’t need to play limbo Yet my heart still blocks the gate I try to imagine doing all the things We said we’d do with them But it just feels like an empty hole In the pit of my stomach It makes me sick It’s tedious to know You’re out there living life And I’m trying to find one Without you Yet no matter where I journey Whom I meet I can’t bring myself to see them Because it’s you I’m still looking for
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
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