I can still feel the shadow of your touch,
Taste the passion of your kiss
some people use the term muse
lookin’ for a lover who will come on in and cover me
‘Cause it’s all I have left
do you feel it?
Fool, how up is high?
And if it rains inside, does it wash it all clean
away from the burden of sight
it’s all wrong
Everybody loves to want to Everybody wants to need to Everybody needs to be to be somebody else
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