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The trouble with music
Like a fever inside of me
Stand fast and hold to yourself
For I am on the prowl!
Break down your defences,
Because I will break you in two
If you stand against me.
Guilty feelings inside of me
Prevent me from standing in my power
Cold ice runs through my veins
So don't hold against me
For you will never win
You have no power against me
All I need is a simple reminder
Of what you are
And I will always win!
Far away is my emotion
I am no longer possessed of that feeling
I am no more than a whisper on the wind
Yet I run with the whirlwind
And destroys all in my path
So do not think to stand against me
Jayc
1 October 2007
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