I hear the ticking of the clockI'm lying here, the room's pitch darkI wonder where you are tonightNo answer on the telephoneAnd the night goes by so very slowOh I hope that it won't end thoughAloneTil now I always got by on my ownI never really cared until I met youAnd now it chills me to the boneHow do I get you aloneHow do I get you aloneYou don't know how long i have wanted to touch your lips
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