I Am Yours
Slipping into those memories
Temperature at 1000 degrees
What can I do not much
My body craves your slightest touch
Breaking down my fortress walls
I hear my name as your voice it calls
Hold on baby I'm coming
See how I'm running
Without a care in the world You got my heart strings strumming
Two heart beats drumming
Confusion round and round I twhirl
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