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There's a kind of emptiness that can fill you.
There's a kind of hunger that can eat you up.
There's a cold and darker side of the moonlight,
And there's a lonely side of love.
With you here,
Baby I am strong,
No sign of weakness.
With you gone,
Baby I am hanging by a thread.
There's a certain kind of pain that can numb you.
There's a type of freedom that can tie you down.
Sometimes the unexplained can define you,
And sometimes the silence is the only sound.
There's a kind of hunger that can eat you up.
There's a cold and darker side of the moonlight,
And there's a lonely side of love.
With you here,
Baby I am strong,
No sign of weakness.
With you gone,
Baby I am hanging by a thread.
There's a certain kind of pain that can numb you.
There's a type of freedom that can tie you down.
Sometimes the unexplained can define you,
And sometimes the silence is the only sound.
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