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Spikes of pain are going up my arm
And my head is aching with some kind of alarm
They're all trying to tell me the one thing I know:
The inside and the outside of my body are COLD!~
There's nothing better
Than when the sound reaches you:
Your name on their lips.
I mean nice
in the most sarcastic way
'Cause I disagree
with everything you have to say.
Stirring inside of me,
I feel curséd reason:
It begins to seep through
And invade my brain cells;
Even though I have hope,
It turns into despair.
Fire burns in my veins,
Uncontrollable, flaming;
And won't let me be.
I don't understand myself
When the fire burns inside me.
See
I want to know you
And the thoughts inside your mind,
Won't you let me see?
Words make no sense
when you speak them,
unless you take them in.
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