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To The One Who Got Away
It's 2:37 AM
And I'm dreaming of angels
Somewhere across the Texas line.
I know that you're awake,
Sleep never came easy for you,
And I wonder if I cross your mind.
Fingers dance across old numbers,
Maybe yours is still the same.
The number you dialed is no longer in service.
Come morning I'll convince myself
That it's for the best.
You're long gone.
He's asleep next to me,
Arms around my waist;
A child holding his teddy bear.
He holds me close
And I'm wishing to hear your voice
From miles away at the end of the line.
And I'm dreaming of angels
Somewhere across the Texas line.
I know that you're awake,
Sleep never came easy for you,
And I wonder if I cross your mind.
Fingers dance across old numbers,
Maybe yours is still the same.
The number you dialed is no longer in service.
Come morning I'll convince myself
That it's for the best.
You're long gone.
He's asleep next to me,
Arms around my waist;
A child holding his teddy bear.
He holds me close
And I'm wishing to hear your voice
From miles away at the end of the line.
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