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Burning From The InsideBurning From The InsideRunning without aim Through the razor weeds That only reach my knees And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards I open my eyes, and look at the floor And now I don't see you anymore There is no choice, we make the point To counteract a threatening hand Close my hold Let磗 be near the atmosphere |