When they told me you were leaving
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I began to feel sick inside
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Because I never, never got to tell you
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What I'm feeling inside my mind
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In my nightmares caused by anguish
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I can see you run away
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In the daylight, I am hunting
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Only to lose your last trace
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I still feel your presence always
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And I've fallen over the line
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I am hurting as I wander
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What it would be like if you were mine
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If you were mine
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If you were mine
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Patra (Petra)
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| Saint Vitus |
