Tears To Gasoline
Pressure my hands, To do things not spoken, A love upon waters, Darken as they're broken, Splashing fire Into weary eyes, Drowning in flames, That ignite a darkened sky, Pace the tears, That run down my cheek, For they turn to gasoline, With every word you speak, Feel the heat radiate Deep within my heart, Cause where you used to be, Is where the raging fire starts
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