When bouts of loneliness
Gets too hollow to sleep
I let the music play
A little bit louder
And turn my back,
I pretend to sleep
Then I ask of you
To turn the music down
As if you were really there
Sitting there
By my side
Listening to
your favorite tune
With that image
Vividly painted in my mind
Somehow, I sleep
I've managed to steal
Yet another night
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