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2010-12-26 | |
They say nothing can take away the touch of an angel left alone on a holly day
They say once you go abroad, your romance and childhood dreams are gone for good
But I donâ€™t want to lose in the snow the romance and shyness and everything I donâ€™t know that is to know
I donâ€™t want to cycle my way through tears and pain.
Would like to find somebody to share the groceries, the loses and the gains.
So where the heck are you?
Iâ€™m looking in all the wrong places
Broken memories shattered like pieces of glass,
Male muppets that make me float in dairy dreams,
Cold shoulders that I wish would be warm stoves.
So when the snow sets
When the moonlight hits upon my window
I call your name out loud
Even if I donâ€™t hear it
Even if it doesnâ€™t make a sound.
My inner clock is waiting for you to set it right
Just push my button and no alarm clock baby,
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