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38 Special serenades me through my earphones tonight, and I am consumed with thoughts of you.


The irony isn’t lost on me, you know.

You wondered once whether you clung too tightly.

. . . BABY . . .

I can’t even feel you holding on.


You became my Someone To Believe In.

And now I’m suffocating in this ‘whole lotta space to breathe in’.