Me

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Love is on the air

Love is everywhere

Love is somewhere

Love is no where

Losing hope

Craving for a rope

Can't see the comfort

Can't see the effort

Almost tired

Always in fried

Your name I always shout

Always you I am thinking out loud

I always pray

That you'll look this way

That he is not the only one

He is not the perfect one

I hope you'll see

That he is not the one

That he will be gone

'Cause that "he" is me

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