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See, I can't feel, I can't breath, I am smitten |
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Even angels with sin if they're driven. |
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Burned by the sun, on my skin, burnt my fingers, |
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Curse myself into the wind to hear it whisper. |
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Now I know I've started something, |
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Now I know I've started something, |
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These secrets, |
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Will tell themselves |
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Someday |
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Now I know I've started something. |
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Sometimes I feel you burn through me, |
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And I can't move and I can't breath |
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And all this things will stay with me, |
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'Till I've lost you. |
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Now I know I've started something. |
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Started something, started something. |
