Minus the Sting
7/23/12
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Crush me in your joking ways
Not even a glance to make it okay
Weasel your way into my mind
Where the heart is tangled in your pride
I seek the light that caresses your hair
I seek you alone but you are never there
Whenever I am by myself in this darkened place
I think of the words you have said—I see your face
And every night there is an aching in my soul
A feeling you will certainly never know
Being everything I can, I try to help you see
That I would do anything
For your love—minus the sting
For your love
Minus the sting
Minus the sting
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