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May 24, 2006 15:17

Consummate the words

Baby’s got fire, baby’s got luck
Combust, no one could breathe for you the way I can’t

I look at you and I wonder if any one else matters?
And they do and they don’t at the same time
And they kiss and they break my skin

What’s the matter with me?

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focusonthepain May 25 2006, 16:53:46 UTC
one thing that is the matter with you: you are there and i am here. love and love. and love and love.

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