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Haunt Me
wish you would haunt me wish you would want me that much wish you would haunt me wish you would want me that much wish you would flaunt me wish you would think of me that much wish you would flaunt me wish you would think of me that much it's been so long since desire so strong consumed me the way a dream does it's been so long it seems so wrong life may end, but it shouldn't pause there is something about music that touches my soul I don't need a reason, I don't need control it lets me let go and casts aside all doubt dissolves all the fear and lets me come out there is something about music that I'm all about and it's been so long since I felt a song consume me the way music can and it's been so long since I sang a song this couldn't have been in the plan but since love has gone I am lost and afraid the children are crying the bed's never made I sleep on the floor I sleep on the street since love has gone I accept defeat and I wish you would haunt me wish you would want me that much wish you would haunt me wish you would want me that much wish someone would want me that much Haunt Me Ric Candor ©2000 (if you came from the journal) (if you came from heartbeats) MAIN GATE FRONT DOOR WRITTEN GARDENS FAREWELL EMAIL
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