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Stuck (Remastered 2007) - Magazine
In the rush the rush of my senses
In the heat the heat of this moment
In the palace of nations
I think I can love you out of weakness
In the heat of this moment
I stick myself in laughter
Run for it I'm running away
Know it all I will return again
Pushing myself so helpless
Hopeless
When I can love you out of weakness
Which of us is to blame
I'm stupid
I only know enough
To get out of the rain
I really tiptoe I really tiptoe
Oh I really tiptoe I really tiptoe
Oh I really tiptoe I really tiptoe
Oh I really tiptoe I really tiptoe
Stop when you cease to amaze me
Take a look
My part in the pattern
I know it'll never matter
So I stick myself in laughter
I may love you out of weakness
Is that what I was afraid of
Afraid of
I may love you out of weakness
Is that what I was afraid of
Afraid of
I may love you out of weakness
Is that what I was afraid of
Afraid of
I may love you out of weakness
Is that what I was afraid of
Afraid of