As my aching head is begging for a sleep that will not come
I rise and walk the morning street again
I keep wondering how you're doing and I wonder where you are
And I know I'll be all right, but I don't know when

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There was something locked in side you like a secret burning pain
In a prison where you would not let me go
I was sure we'd find an answer, til I woke and found you gone
Now just what it was, I guess I'll never know