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I strike a match, the heat will rise
Spark the flint upon the aeresole
Up with the Heat, I lift from this place I feel it
Lift the paper, turn the page
So if I get lost in this moment its for the sake of, feeling alive
kiss a world goodbye tonite
It ventilates me, infiltrates these body parts, I love this pain too much
Just hold on, sit back and watch my Bruises collect
One by One
Call this a reason to live? Seems like a reason to die
What if I fall in love tonite? Feel something alive?
You are what shapes me
Its what I hold inside that makes me who I am, you are the force which shapes me
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