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Now there's still a sense of your touch
All around my shoulders
And I hear your voice everywhere
And that weight it smolders

Cause I still see your smile
And the way your lips moved in the night
Of it's been a while
Does that mean that things can't be right?
Can things always and never be right?

Now each day passes on
And I hope to no longer (Think of you)
So you can take your leave accordingly
And don't you ever think of me

If you were born into poverty
It's just somethin' you're taught
It'll rob you of your sanity and
Take you for all you've got

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