Hand to wash the sweat off before
Going back to bed to come here
Almost here
I got tired
Almost lost
Why
Touching the sheets not creased, falling
They've been missed
Your embrace waits in our dreams
The ghosts have left my body
I'm free to live again
I am free to live again
Your hand lifts off my shoulder
I can breathe again
Lonesome times are over
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