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Listening to you sing
Hearing your voice
And seeing your face
Reminds me of all those moments

then there is you
and the type
with the certanty
Makes me wonder what could be

I sit in the presant
Looking at the past
and what could have been
Making out the future
is harder, but more real

All I want is a hand to hold
and someone to talk to
But my nights are empty
And my heart is broken
a little bit tonight