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We've all been through this before
Yet somehow it still feels like the first
Must I admit it's done?
Must I return your sweaters and your shirts?
My yearning's not quite out
I still imagine you'll be home tomorrow
Was it me?
Did I not prove to you how far I'd go? Why can't we just laugh?
Pretend this is just a game we play
I'm not ready yet
To meet a stranger with your name

What kind of morning soothes
Without some sweet mouth near to give
A kiss before I leave
Perhaps I just might learn to fall asleep without your breath
So steady next to me and if I wake in sweat
From troubled dreams, this day's bright blue
Will have to be enough for me
I'll have to pick and choose
Which songs to sing, it seems every one
Keeps on reminding me of being in love It wasn't so long ago
But what's left of touch?
What's left of us and our long history?