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I often think about you
Its time that I confess
You’re on my mind a lot
Every day, I guess
Sometimes I almost miss you
When you’re nowhere near
In fact I truly long for the day
That you’ll be here
Occasionally I want you
But only now and then
Well perhaps a whole lot more
Then I’ve wanted other men
And there are times I need you
But only just a bit
Well perhaps a whole lot more
Than that I really should admit
But just because I think of you,
Every single day
And just because I miss you
Now that I’m away
And just because I want you and because
I need you too
Do you really think I love you
Well damn right I do!


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