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Mar 2010
You
I leave myself to you
and all those you do
to take me by my hand
and lead me by the lips
to somewhere in your soul

You're so bad for me
but it feels to good to give in
and let go
and let it flow

Why do you do the things you do?
Do I mean nothing to you?
Lead me in behind your eyes
to your anguished soul

What a wasteland
that land behind your eyes
so bold
so cold

Why does it feel so good with you?
Because it meant nothing to you?
I feel stronger everyday
now I'm over you.
Written by
Martin Rasmussen
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