Sometimes in the night
I hear echoes of sighs
Long past and gone
For I am alone
Sometimes in the night
I feel a leg across mine
A phantom limb
Lost from me with him
Sometimes in the night
I see passion in eyes
That no longer can see
Who I’m trying to be
Sometimes in the night
When the moon’s just right
I can almost believe
He’s still here with me
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