Lock the door and forget the pain
Just to climb against the wall
Look out the window, watch it rain
When one is high, they will fall
Dreams of you whisk through my head
Oh, how I wish you were here
Catching tears that soak my bed
Tell you it all without fear
Many times have come and gone
Now I’m done with all doubt
Please, just call me on the phone
My wish, knew it about
Stay with me dear recollection
For reality holds not enough satisfaction
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