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Rush is my blood
Pushing my pulse faster My pulse is my "tell" My neck betrays me I wrap my scarf closely He dare not see Wet are my hands They are liars of my heart My heart melting My fingers are ice He has drawn blood My blood I am excited A race horse at the gate On your mark Set Go I take a deep breath Ready for a sprint I hear nothing but my heart I think of nothing but You The You I cannot touch With these cold empty Hands |
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I feel it too. Rush, blush and fully flush.
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I would like to court you with some paddles, balls, and perhaps a net.
Game on? |
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Rush is my blood Pushing my pulse faster My pulse is my "tell" My neck betrays me I wrap my scarf closely He dare not see Wet are my hands They are liars of my heart My heart melting My fingers are ice He has drawn blood My blood I am excited A race horse at the gate On your mark Set Go I take a deep breath Ready for a sprint I hear nothing but my heart I think of nothing but You The You I cannot touch With these cold empty Hands I really like this |
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Nice write
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I would like to court you with some paddles, balls, and perhaps a net. Game on? You can bring the paddles and the net. |
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Oh yeah!!
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