Words, words...
I'm a dreamer, seriously, I'm living on another planet
I just can't seem to drink you of my mind
...What's the point of this armor, if it keeps the love away to?
I rather bleed with cuts of love than live without any scars
When thunder rolls through my life, will you be able to weather the storm?
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