All along it was a fever, a cold sweat, high-headed believer. I threw my hands in the air and said, "Show me something." He said, "If you dare, come a little closer." It's not much of a life you're living. It's not just something you take- it's given. Round and around we go. Not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move makes me feel like I can't live without you. It takes me all the way. I want you to stay. The reason I hold on is because I need this hole gone. It's funny, you're the broken one, but I'm the only one who needed saving. When you never see the light it's hard to know which one of us is caving.
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