It's been awhile
since I last saw your face
I miss the ways you made me feel
I miss the way you used to kiss me
When your lips touched mine
I was so high I could touch the sky
But now my heart's on the ground
And it feels like I can't take another day
I miss you so much
It's been awhile since I last saw your face
I miss the ways you made me feel
I miss the way you used to kiss me
I'm a sucker for your touch
I'm a pauper for your love
I'm a pro for your touch
I'm a pauper for your love
I'm a sucker for your touch
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