Butterflies fill me inside and around the thought of you makes my heart feel drowned In a pool of passion and excite But I got my blood here at fright Goodness could come out of this Blend with it and don't be missed Grounded are my thoughts of clay Help them mold in a better way Love you if you will Don't let my heart be still Let it fly above to the greatest height Free yourself from the demanding light If I give, I think you'll take But will you give for me, is it fake Grounded are my thoughts of clay.
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