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I open my lungs dear
I sing this song at funerals... no rush.
These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.
A baby boy you've held so tightly, this pain it visits almost nightly
Missing hotel beds I feel your touch.

I will wait dear, a patient of eternity, my crush
A universal still.
No rust.
No dust will ever grow in this frame,
one million years I will say your name.
I love you more than I can ever scream.

We booked our flight those years ago,
I said I love you as I left you.
Regrets still haunt my hollow head, but I promised you I will see you again, again.

I sit here and smile dear
I smile because I think of you and blush.
These bleeding hollow dials... this fuss.
A fuss is made of miles and travels when roadways are but stones and gravel.
A bleeding heart and conquer every crutch.

We booked our flight those years ago
you said you loved me as you left me. Regrets still haunt your saddened head but I promised you I will see you,
We booked our flight those years ago
I said I loved you and I left you
Regrets no longer in my head,
I promised you and now I'm home again, again, again, again, again.

I'm home again.