Clawing myself out through these walls,
I know I am not meant to be here.
As I regain all of my unsensed fear,
I begin to fall.
Falling back into love,
Falling back into your arms.
Your skin may be tough
But your arms are warm...
I know I am not meant to be here.
As I regain all of my unsensed fear,
I begin to fall.
Falling back into love,
Falling back into your arms.
Your skin may be tough
But your arms are warm...




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