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Tuesday, April 17, 2007 11:43 PM

The feelings..

theres a feeling in my hand
it goes on all day
it tickles all night
if you didnt know, its you hand in mine

theres a feeling in my eyes
it searches all day
it searches all night
if you didnt know, they search for you

theres a feeling in my body
it screams all day
it screams all night
if you didnt know, it screams for you

theres a feeling in my heart
it beats all day
it beats all night
if you didnt know, it beats for you

lastly..

theres a feeling in my soul
it feels weird
it feels scary
yet it feels so damm good
bet you know, its our souls joining together

hold me now at 11:43 PM
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