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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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| This Web site is copyrighted © 1998-2005 by Michael Hall | ||
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