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Requested by: dstanglin on 1/23/2020
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Lyrics
First thing in the morning, I wake up next her, think of you.
Staring down the barrel of another day, of things that I can’t do.
I can’t hold the hand, I want to hold. Kiss the lips I wanna kiss. I’m craving every inch of you. Like a cigarette
First thing in the morning, I wake up next to her, think of you.
I can’t stop this awful feeling, I feel it all the time. I’m staring at the ceiling, cause I can’t look her in the eyes. I know that she loves me and I want to love her too. I don’t know what the hell to do.
About me her and you ain’t coming back and I’m not moving on and she ain’t got a clue what’s going on.
What the hell is wrong with me and god damn her memory holds me like a prison and haunts me like a ghost.
I can’t stop this awful feeling, I feel it all the time. I’m staring at the ceiling, cause I can’t look her in the eyes. I know that she loves me and I want to love her too. I don’t know what the hell to do. About me her and you.
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