| I need a voice to hear
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| A hand to hold
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| A mind to be near
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| I need skin to touch
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| The scent of hair will mean so much
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| I need lips to kiss
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| The laughter of someone to miss
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| I need to wake up to the sound of you breathing
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| I need to comfort you
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| And let you cry when you have to
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| I need to kiss your tears
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| And let you be alone
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| But you don’t know what it’s like
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| But you don’t know what it’s like
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| I need to comfort
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| And to say that it will be OK
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| I want to feel the taste of tears in my mouth
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| I want to give away what I got
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| And get nothing back
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| Except for moments of you love me from the heart
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| I need to share what I got
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| Or else its not worth a lot
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| I want to pick up the phone
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| And apologise
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| But you don’t know what it’s like
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| But you don’t know what it’s like
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| I met a man whose mission was to
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| Crawl across the land
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| He called me lucky because of what I was made
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| Hey man take my shoes take my coat
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| And understand
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| I am a salesman and sorrow is my trade
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| I share what I got
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| But you don’t know what it’s like
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| I share what I got |
| But you don’t know what it’s like
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| I share what I got
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| But you don’t know what it’s like
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| I share what I got
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| But you don’t know what it’s like
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| I share what I got
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| But you don’t know what it’s like
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| I share what I got
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| But you don’t know what it’s like
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| I need to share what I got
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| Or else its not worth a lot
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| I want to pick up the phone
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| And apologise |