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Where when was.
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the missing I drive the city streets at night
praying for a glimpse of you
playing the tapes burned in my mind
anything just to hear your voice
i miss talking to you in that free and easy way we do.
i mis that deep throaty laugh
that tenderness in your eyes
the way you think Im amazing
and the tender nervous way you touched me ever so lightly
a whole world in your touch, the univeral truth in your eyes
a hunter closing in and a deer in headlights on the close
my mind like my car in circles
I crave our time
anything to hear your voice
to feel your energy mingle with mine
God I miss you
I just want to feel alive
