Scared of your black role
I'm not to run love cold
I'm talkin' in slow white
But you're raising red light
And I'm not moving
They love what we do
I guess I'll believe you
But I don't get in all sensation
I'm very for such those flames
They're growing in your soul
You're barbed, you're black holed
I watch as you're need grows
I crawl to the sole name
I'm drowning for your sake
But I'm not moving
One thing I should say
I'm hurt in a bad way
But I don't get that whole sensation
I'm very for such a strange thing
Growing in your soul
Writer(s): Guy Kyser
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