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| They say your heart |
| is encased in steel. |
| They say you're like ice. |
| You don't know how to feel. |
| But I can see through your guise |
| Your armour is not real. |
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| Your heart is crying out, |
| and your steel is starting to rust. |
| Your defenses are getting weaker, |
| and soon the plates will bust |
| wide open to reveal a lonely lady |
| eagerly wanting to touch. |
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