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You are my own hell

I won’t let you out my sight

Cause then I would have no light

And someone else would find your beauty

Newly mine


I tiptoe

Nose down

Cause I have found

That I am walking a thin line

Being yours and being mine

I think that you know


I’m on fire

But I’m cold as ice

I won’t fire

If you ask real nice


I’m a struggling alcoholic

Keep trying to be one

Cause it seems fun when you’re falling down

Spinning around

But I keep rediscovering

My awful tolerance for that grain

And with you it’s the same

I can’t help it


Baby don’t you haunt me

If you want me, let me know

Baby don’t you let me go


I’m on fire….

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