My cold hands
Gripping the glass
Pressed to my lips
Suckling down warm tea
Warm-
Like your love used to be
And I became an addict
Withdrawing
Searching for that feeling
In every smile
Every hug
Every word
Every mug.
My cold hands
Gripping the glass
Pressed to my lips
Suckling down warm tea
Warm-
Like your love used to be
And I became an addict
Withdrawing
Searching for that feeling
In every smile
Every hug
Every word
Every mug.
Very nice
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