If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain. If you cut me with a
knife it's still the same. And I know her heart is beating, but I know
that I am dead. Yet the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not
real. But it seems that I still have a tear to shed.
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.
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