What I feel is not always good
And sometimes it slips under the hood
I could hold it in I could
But what would happen if I would
The blood is cold
And the dust in the lungs is old
Time would rome free
But could it free me
From what I have done
But the feeling has won
And the worry is gone
Aftershock may hit
But only if I let it
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