"If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain
In the ice or in the sun, it's all the same
Yet I feel my heart is aching
Though it doesn't beat, it's breaking
And the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me: it's not real
I know that I am dead
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed"
In the ice or in the sun, it's all the same
Yet I feel my heart is aching
Though it doesn't beat, it's breaking
And the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me: it's not real
I know that I am dead
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed"
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