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Sometimes we dream of that happy end everyone dreams of.
We breath in that love that boils our minds and weakens our souls.
And we never loose it because it was meant to be with us forever.
We gaze deep in to each other's eyes, hoping we will see the same.
Was this destined to stick, or to crumble down to dirt?
We envision what we want, and ask ourselves should we truly have.
To hold someone the tenderness we want to feel so bad,
To hold on, to be held, to be kissed and to believe this love is real and not just a myth.
We don't stop thinking about it; it's on our mind day and night.
And we sob at the thought of loosing this love, this hope, this gut feeling.
Sometimes we dream of that happy end everyone dreams of.
We breath in that love that boils our minds and weakens our souls.
And we never loose it because it was meant to be with us forever.
We gaze deep in to each other's eyes, hoping we will see the same.
Was this destined to stick, or to crumble down to dirt?
We envision what we want, and ask ourselves should we truly have.
To hold someone the tenderness we want to feel so bad,
To hold on, to be held, to be kissed and to believe this love is real and not just a myth.
We don't stop thinking about it; it's on our mind day and night.
And we sob at the thought of loosing this love, this hope, this gut feeling.
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