nittonde januari
I miss your soft lips, I miss your white sheets
I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek
And this is so hard 'cause I didn't see
That you were the love of my life and it kills me
And in the limelight, I play it off fine
But I can't handle it when I turn off my night light
I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek
And this is so hard 'cause I didn't see
That you were the love of my life and it kills me
And in the limelight, I play it off fine
But I can't handle it when I turn off my night light
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