Distance.

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Distance yourself from me a little

I need time to recuperate

You are a ball of fire

And I am the dying hearth

Let me take a breath

And hug myself to sleep

Before you burn me into oblivion.

I was already drenched

Bathe in a pool of petrol

The slightest of your touch

Can scorch my tired soul

And ignite the raging inferno

That was brewing in itself within me

Distance is good

When you are fire

And I am a parched forest

Of lonely trees and lost twigs

Long forgotten by rain

That was out kissing the sea in summer

Distance is better

When all I need is a cold spring

In the middle of the dessert

A miracle waiting for deliverance

So distance yourself from me

A little




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