The Longing by Eels
The longing is a pain
A heavy pressure on my chest
It rarely leaves
And my day becomes a quest
To try not to think about here
And all that she brings
Forget about her magic
All the beautiful things
Surely there are other things to life
But I can't think of one single thing
That matters more
Than just to see her
Her smile
Her touch
Her smell
Her laugh
The longing is a friend
A way to stay close
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