the motion of wretching2004-05-17 | 1:23 a.m.
Oh high and high and high and high You�re the worst sickness I�ll never have I cannot shake you I cannot forget you I cannot stay away from you You tease me You torment me You are killing me surely In ways no one but me knows No one but me sees No one but me feels No pill for this No newfangled cure Oh no, my friend. I believe I�ll be bled for this one |
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