I thought when you were gone
you'd finally be gone
but you live behind my eyes
under my skin
my chair holds your arms
that bend me to write this
the color of the sky
tells me i am without you
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I thought when you were gone you'd finally be gone but you live behind my eyes under my skin my chair holds your arms that bend me to write this the color of the sky tells me i am without you |
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