what can i do with my obsession
with the things i cannot see
is there madness in my being
is it the wind that blows the trees
and im so filthy with my sin
i carry pride like a disease
sometimes your farther then the moon
sometimes your closer then my skin
you surround me like a winter cold
you come and burn me with a kiss
and my heart burns for you
yea my heart
it burns
it burns for you
Lord my heart
it burns for you
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