your fingertips have the power to make me shake
You really can't let me go home scared
Walking in crowded streets
It could all desappear when i forget your face
It could all fade away when you lose your touch
Lose your touch on me,
and as bad as i believe the sky wrote this story
As bad as i know you'll always feel me,
I'm terrified of how my heart stops beating when you say this.
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