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I Hate It When You're Gone
My skin is cold to the touch
As I curl my fingers around the folds
Of a blanket
Burrowing deeper into my cocoon of pouting
I've grown too used to snuggling against your warm chest
And drifting off to the lullaby of your heartbeat
Now you're on the road this week
And I'm all alone
Wintry night air seeping through the window
I don't mean to rush you
Stay safe from all harm
But please, baby
Come home to me
As I curl my fingers around the folds
Of a blanket
Burrowing deeper into my cocoon of pouting
I've grown too used to snuggling against your warm chest
And drifting off to the lullaby of your heartbeat
Now you're on the road this week
And I'm all alone
Wintry night air seeping through the window
I don't mean to rush you
Stay safe from all harm
But please, baby
Come home to me
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