warm. candy. quiet.
now i'm outta my own heart
and it is out from me too
who needs to be loved?
i don't know if i can do
meanwhile my breast is wide open
burning on fire
cold like water
and all i want is to be warm, candy, quiet
after all i'm a fragile child
waitin' for the right time to be born
and find out that there's a beautiful light out my eyes of glass
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