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I Need Your Arms Around Me
There it is again
That cannonball my heart does
Plunging inside my chest
Hurling itself at my ribcage
Willing to splatter on the cold, wet ground
With forlorn eyes I stare at the road
This worn asphalt outside my house
Was I waiting for the bus?
Or waiting for you?
Two things I knew wouldn't come
I was too late
That cannonball my heart does
Plunging inside my chest
Hurling itself at my ribcage
Willing to splatter on the cold, wet ground
With forlorn eyes I stare at the road
This worn asphalt outside my house
Was I waiting for the bus?
Or waiting for you?
Two things I knew wouldn't come
I was too late
Published 15th Apr 2015
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