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Sense
When I am with you
I dream
Even though I am awake
When I am with you
I feel
Even though we are not touching
When I am with you
I see
Even though my eyes are closed
When I am with you
I hear
Even though there is no sound
When I am with you
I taste
Even though I can not swallow
When I am not with you
Nothing makes sense anymore
GORD - X
When I am with you
I dream
Even though I am awake
When I am with you
I feel
Even though we are not touching
When I am with you
I see
Even though my eyes are closed
When I am with you
I hear
Even though there is no sound
When I am with you
I taste
Even though I can not swallow
When I am not with you
Nothing makes sense anymore
GORD - X
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