Who keeps you warm at night, I wonder
Who’s the to hold your hand, I ask
Who does your heart belongs to, I’m thinking
Who makes you smile each morning?
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These are the things I ask myself
As I silently admire you in the dark
Always on the background dreaming, screaming
It is where I seem to belong
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When darkness falls, your face appears
Unwilling to let me silently sleep
It sickens me to carry on
A silent admirer I remain
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