tossing inside, either up or in doubt.
feel the warmth, feel the heat, light me up, walk on by.
how it all seems to flee just like cars on the street.
just the inkling of need, hear the pulse meet the beat.
confused, straight in thought, which one left to choice.
the world shaded clear through the sound of your voice.
these echoes they play in my mind, all the time.
take my hand hold it tight, lets divide the great line.
feel the warmth, feel the heat, light me up, walk on by.
how it all seems to flee just like cars on the street.
just the inkling of need, hear the pulse meet the beat.
confused, straight in thought, which one left to choice.
the world shaded clear through the sound of your voice.
these echoes they play in my mind, all the time.
take my hand hold it tight, lets divide the great line.
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