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I'm walking on the thin ice hoping it will break soon I feel as if there's nothing I could do Call it disenchantment call it what you want to But I'd rather not hear it come from you Don't stop needing me come here I still see your face it's crystal clear As it always was I can't sleep at night I'm wide awake And there's not much more that I can take Before it's far too late My skin it holds my sin and I'm looking to disguise it Let me paint the words to elude this fact Understand that people never want the truth They say they'd rather not hear it come from you Don't stop needing me come here I still see your face it's crystal clear As it always was I can't sleep at night I'm wide awake And there's not much more that I can take Before it's far too late (Thanks to Peter for these lyrics) From Letras Mania