We could stay out `til morning as sharp as knives
Dancing like St.Vitus,so permanently alive
Looking through your window into that delicate place
A paper tiger can`t tell you where he stands
But oh such a place to hold in those hands
Or can you see it all from here?With just a few glimpses?
The blood`s rattling through and I can`t feel those pinches
Don`t let it break.Don`t fan that ignite.
Don`t let it break Don`t let it start.
Potently pine-infused lit a fuse in this heart.
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