Melt

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It pains me when eyes stand still
Like I have sat on a hot grill
When laughs ring out proud
My heart thumps a little too loud
lips murmur the words he muddled
But I can understand the befuddled
When the cream blends
And my soul it sends
And it really depends
If I feel melted or evaporated

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