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Add to: | Maybe I'm crazy, maybe it'll drive me insane The open letter just carelessly placed And you move in silence, the tea so delicately laced Out of reach, out of touch How you've learned to hate so much Out of reach, out of touch How you've learned to hate so much Came from passion, and you gave it a name The fingers are poisoned like needles, in the drivin' rain. So smile discreetly as you watch with such grace Now I must slip away, but can you forget my face Out of reach, out of touch How you've learned to hate so much Out of reach, out of touch How you've learned to hate so much 52 have viewed this page! |
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