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The moon is full
But there is an incompleteness
The days are beautiful
But I feel a bitter sweetness
If I had a wish, or even a choice, I'd wake up to the sound of your voice
Oh, how I miss waking up to the sound of your voice
I let you down
And fell right off your good list
I hope each day you'll find peace
And forgiveness
The alarm clock rings
What a lonely noise
And I long for the sound of your voice
Oh, how I miss waking up to the sound of your voice
Take it from me: there's not much to see
In this void
The saying goes
There will be other dances
This little song is about
Second chances
Just say the word
And I will rejoice
And wake up to the sound of your voice
Oh, how I miss waking up
To the sound
To the sound
To the sound
To the sound
Waking up to the sound of your voice
Take it from me: there's not much to see
In this void
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