I feel you fingers wrapped around mine,
as I walk the streets of the city
Every corner there´s a memory
I sit in our spot at the park
Alone, at our beach
I feel the breeze touch my cheek
and I think of your lips
and that kiss I so miss
I´ll get through the day
I´ll think of your face
and I´ll get through the day
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