Fixed Harmony

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Jealousy
Is a fire in the soul
And a sight that is blurry

Pain in the chest
Is how it is felt

When you see someone
That you want for yourself
Talking to other one that wants the same

Every now and then
I give you a look as if I beg
For you to be mine
For you to stay
Beside me

I need to feel your warmth
This gives me strength

As if I am bruised
And you are the stitches
That controls the bleeding

When you are close to me
As if you are fixing my harmony
My rythme that I lost
Several years ago

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