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  • These days of isolation
    are wearing on my soul.
    Without you in my arms
    I'm losing all control.
    There ain't nothing here for me,
    I need your love to make me whole.

    I spend my days thinking of you,
    and how life should have been.
    Waking up every morning,
    with my lover and my friend.
    I spend my nights cold and lonely,
    Lord, is this ever gonna end?

    Got your picture in my memory,
    its with me all the time
    and if I can't be with you, girl
    Lord, I'm gonna lose my mind.

    'Cause a man without his woman,
    is just a shell without a soul.
    I'm locked up within your lovin'
    with no hope of parole.
    Ain't nothing but the blues in my life,
    I need your love to make me whole.

    I can feel your body moving,
    as it presses into mine,
    I can feel myself inside you,
    Lord, I'm gonna lose my mind.

    'Cause a man without his woman,
    is just a shell without a soul.
    Girl, I'm locked up in your lovin'
    and there ain't no hope of parole.
    I got nothing but the blues in my life.
    I need your love to make me whole.

    © August 5, 2012
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