I Want Again
What ever happened to us?
In a crowded room, you wore old spice,
you held my hand, there was just us.
Now we arrive, we part at the door,
I watch that Stetson walking away.
I want again, strong arms and old spice.
To feel your warm hand reach for mine.
So I ask you to turn the television off,
I hear the click, I feel your hand.
What ever happened to us?
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