I’ve Got A Yearning

I've got a yearning to hold you tight
At burning desire I live with day and night
Everything I lose keeps on hanging on
This feeling isn't leaving and by now it should be gone.

I keep on thinking those thoughts that keep making me want you all the time
I should be trying to find me a way I can drive you from my mind
I know that you wanted to give and I know that you gave all you could
Wish I could accept what is over and done with for good.

But I've got a yearning to hold you tight
At burning desire I live with day and night
Everything I lose keeps on hanging on
This feeling isn't leaving and by now it should be gone.

I've got a yearning to hold you tight
At burning desire I live with day and night
Everything I lose keeps on hanging on
This feeling isn't leaving and by now it should be gone.

I've got a yearning to hold you tight
At burning desire I live with day and night
Everything I lose keeps on hanging on
This feeling isn't leaving and by now it should be gone...

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