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I Need Your Touch
 
Memories of us kept in
a shoebox
Looking at the door waiting
to hear your knocks

Baby I wonder if you still
have memories of me and you

Laying in this bed all alone
I need your touch
I still have your number, but
it's hard to pick up the phone
I don't know how I can go on
without you
I need your touch

One more beer, and the phone
Wishing you would knock,
'cause I'm all alone

And I wonder if you still hold
memories of me and you

Laying in this bed all alone
I need your touch
I still have your number, but
it's hard to pick up the phone
I don't know how I can go on
without you
I need your touch

Oh baby
I'm a little drunk, but I still
can't pick up the phone

I'm still laying in this bed all
alone
I need your touch
Yes I still have your number
but it's still hard to pick up
the phone
I just don't know how, I can
go on without you
I need your touch

I need your touch
I need your touch

By George_Martin

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