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You Got Soul
Words tied in knots beneathe your chest, I know everything you want to say, dont hold your breatheLips feeling the skin on my face, I dont want to love it, I dont want to say.You keep my lungs from running out of space.It must be the air thats turning my hair gray. Every inch that I move, I feel more out of place.I got your picture where I keep my age. This must be more than I can take.
From Letras Mania