I'd like to meet:
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Music:
I got two pale hands up against the window pane I'm shaking with the heat of my need again It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain There's nothing I can do to reverse the gain I'm looking down to the street below There's nothing in the way they move to show They too, know what I know They too hunger for the beast below Listening to the radio I feel so out of place There's a certain something missing that the treble can't erase I know you can tell just by looking at my face A word about my weakness I'M TOTALLY