Feed the Dream, by Cutie In A Death Cab
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it hurts so much
to feel this want
how can a desire hold such power?
the deafening resonance
that booms and pounds
boom
boom
pound
pound
from big black boxes
wakes up my sleeping soul
emotion pours like sweat
and channels into the wild crowd
into me
thumping in my chest
my heart spins
out of control
and floats up into my head
i want i want
it causes a drive
that turns my feet to lead
full speed ahead
i won't park
until i get there
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Posted: 2005-01-21 00:04:39 UTC |
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