your eyes in a crowd

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Everyday I think about your touch
How it burns on my skin
And it drives me crazy
I never felt your touch on my skin
But I want it more than anything
I will never feel your touch on my skin
Or your eyes will never look at me again
I am searching for your eyes in a crowd
filled with hope
I never find them.

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