Understand
the words do not come outas clear
as the things i feel
while you're not here
i want to tell you the
things i feel inside
but you're so far away now
and it's such a long ride
there's a comfort i find when
i see your face
that a telephone call
can not replace
the zing in the air
when you just hold my hand
i'm sorry if i seem cold
i hope you understand.
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