We were rushing in a slow-mo time ticking at day.
It takes time
Consumes some more of us
But the zing
Collected all the sparks caused by the rhythm
And it's recharging us.
It's like a touch
No, touches
It made me for wanting more
Not a single gasp as it will waste a second
My blood runs fast in cell from the head to chest
You're the only one that I've ever desire.
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