I still dream about his lips on mine
I wish I could go back to that night where everything felt so right.But,
In this new dream I see him kissing her.

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This Dying Love
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Nightmares
I still dream about his lips on mine
I wish I could go back to that night where everything felt so right.But,
In this new dream I see him kissing her.