I woke up on the wrong
Side of the bed this morning
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Soft Jazz bands played on the radio
While I played with strings of her hair
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Intoxication is by the only means I do so
I honestly cannot tolerate you sober
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Hello sir. How are you? If you are reading this letter
You've reached under your pillow or your wide is a confessor
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There is an empty space within me..
A black hole it feels like
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Her voice... Oh Her voice...
In choosing God made an excellent choice
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I have been called ugly many a day
I thought that was my new name until the day
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I inhaled a breath of a new air
An aroma that reeked tranquility
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She is just the right flavor for me... sweet
Her lips have a tendency to
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