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Thinking about you consumes my day
and when the day passes me by
thinking about you consumes my night
as in my bed I lie.

Dreaming about you intrudes on my day
and then when day is done
dreaming about you intrudes on my night
and I end up the way I'd begun.

You, you, you are all consuming
and I, I, I'm presuming
that it will start again
on my very next day.

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