Wishful Thinking
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When I was with this girl last night she held me tight; it turned me on. The moon was dark and those clothes were tight her perfume strong; it turned me on. Fleeting moments touched in the night then so strong but banished by the light. Her presence gone, memories remain of how she kissed and turned me on. Now there's this love inside of me. I've got this love inside of me. And I still have dull aching pain desire to reach and touch you once again. Distractions cannot sate the need, it grows once more, it grows once more. I've got this love inside of me. I've got this love inside of me. I've got this love inside of me. I've got this love inside of me. I have this pain inside of me. Why can't you see? Why can't you see? I'm stranded here with no way home. Please rescue me, oh won't you rescue me? I've got this love inside of me. I've got this love inside of me. I've got this love inside of me. I've got this love inside of me.
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