These eyes of mine are dying just to see you
And these hands, these hands, these hands are longing just to hold you
Many times will I look in the days
I come of around and think of ways
And more and more and more

Time and time again
You find a way to step into this heart of mine
I remain chained to the rapture [?]
Never mind that soon should come again
I come around and leave to stay
And more and more, no more
No

Yes, no more
Yes and no more
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