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Breaking under pressure
Your hands are bloody,
but your kisses are weak,
baby,
Can't you handle this inferno,
baby,
For the life of me
I don't know why you bothered with me
and for heavens sake
learn how to put out the fire.
but your kisses are weak,
baby,
Can't you handle this inferno,
baby,
For the life of me
I don't know why you bothered with me
and for heavens sake
learn how to put out the fire.
Published 7th Mar 2010
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