Feeling sorry for what I've done
The things I can't erase
Sitting in a smoky room
And missing your caress
Missing your caress
Wish I could fly away
To the heavens meadow
Where I would roam without pain,
sorrow and fear.
Where I would roam without pain,
sorrow and fear...
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