HEARTBEATS

One night to be confused, one night to speed up truth, we had a promise made
Four hands and then away both under influence we had divine scent
To know what to say mind is a razorblade, to call for hands of above
To lean on wouldn't be good enough for me, no
One night of magic rush the start a simple touch
One night to push and scream and then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love

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