Sitting at the window, I am thinking about us,
It’s been days, when I’ve seen you at first,
O baby, you are the one I love,
Away from you, is it so must?
Whenever far or farther you go,
My heart beats faster than before,
There’s me, my life is now lack,
And your memories keep coming back,
They just keep coming back…
I am trying to think something else,
Not able to clear this dumb mind’s mess,
Morphing your picture in every face I see,
Get your trace in anything I touch and feel,
There’s nothing I forget, nothing where I slack,
As your memories keep coming back
Just keep coming back…
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