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Season
The funny feeling you have inside
Is me thinking of you
Sending smiles and hugs your way
Hoping you're thinking of me too
I would love to come and porch sit
Just to hold your hand
We could talk for hours and reminisce
About things no one else could understand
We could laugh and enjoy sweet muffins
Chicken and biscuits, too
What I wouldn't give to be able to kiss your lips
And spend a little time with you
I would rub your hands like I use to...
I would hold you close, lay my head on your chest
Do you remember why I love that?
Because what I hear is amazing, you will always be my best
I hold on to the hope of seeing you again
You were in my life for a reason
I will continue to nuture the seeds of love
And wait until it is our season
Is me thinking of you
Sending smiles and hugs your way
Hoping you're thinking of me too
I would love to come and porch sit
Just to hold your hand
We could talk for hours and reminisce
About things no one else could understand
We could laugh and enjoy sweet muffins
Chicken and biscuits, too
What I wouldn't give to be able to kiss your lips
And spend a little time with you
I would rub your hands like I use to...
I would hold you close, lay my head on your chest
Do you remember why I love that?
Because what I hear is amazing, you will always be my best
I hold on to the hope of seeing you again
You were in my life for a reason
I will continue to nuture the seeds of love
And wait until it is our season
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