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Burn Out Love Agin

here we go agin 
what do I get myself in 
once more I've got her crying
I gess I burn myself 
let me fly away 
fry out through the day 
melt away to no where 
what is that moon beam 
in green eyes 
my goddess in hur 
let me fly away 
my hart beat day by day 
to hur sweat warmth
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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