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Quit looking at the clock, it'll only bring me down
And it won't bring you here.
If I pulled out all the stops, and a little less of my hair
Could I bring you here is my favorite white bic light
It can undarken the night keep it with you close
As I wave your eastbound plane away.
Too scared to pray, my eyes are too dilated to see
Without you here, I feel my fear. x2
Without you here, I feel my fear.
I don't wanna rock, I wanna roll on top
Of you and not let go with me to Second Street and Main
As we tear up the place. I miss your pretty face.
Too scared to pray, my eyes are too dilated to see
Without you here, I feel my fear. x2
Without you here, I feel my fear.