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A
single thought keeps me awake, Making
my whole body shake. It
is the thought of missing out, Of
never finding the truth about, The
way she feels about me, The
one thing I cannot see. It
is the thought of never having, To
be always craving, The
taste of her lips on mine, Throughout
my trip on down the line. This
line that people call life, This
thing that is filled with much strife. It
is the thought of never learning, To
be always yearning, For
the touch of one who truly loves, No
matter who pushes or shoves, At
them to be rid of me. The
one who can truly see, That
I am good, and will stay, To
protect them through the fray. It
is the thought of never, No
mostly truly not ever, Having
you to hold in my arms, Throughout
all alarms, Yes, it is the thought of never letting you love me.
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