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I'm a chemical reaction and my elements are aligned Baby if I hadn't known you, then I couldn't even start the fire You're still scaling the walls, looking for a way in Wrap me up inside you, warbling soft words, wandering eye... I need it I need it I need it I need it A bag of flesh is a magnet, a scent, a sound corrupt You took all my dignity, replaced it with a hand Handle me with ardor and I'll shudder But my chills are warm Delusion is persuasion Tenderizing me inside I need it I need it I need it I need it The fever grows Incandescent, does it show? The fever grows Incandescent, does it show? From Letras Mania