Fill her by Eraserheads
it seems a bit naive
no need to disagree
or seek my history
you're starin' at my soul
my sanity you stole
but then I knew all along
that anything could go wrong
Though I can't see you
I can't feel you
I'm so glad you open my door
when I get near all my fears disappear
and I wont be alone anymore... hmmm hmmmm hmmmhmm...
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