Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Too close for discomfort.

I can feel your heart beat racin
Runnin up the line of my mind
My thoughts keep pacin
I can't see your eyes
Your face is hazin
Is this feelin real?
The bed is movin
Disinfect the soul
We keep spinnin
Everybody whispers
But I keep feelin
Maybe they're all right
I'm wrong, I'm sinnin
This may not be love
But at least it's livin

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