I can't
I can't lay in your arms tonight
No no
They're quicksand
and when I feel them
grasping my shoulders tightly,
I'll know I'm sinking
and I can't
I can't lose my way tonight
No no
I'll never find home again
All will leave the premisis
knighting me senseless
but I can't
I can't be your pillow tonight
No no
I am rock
I won't be any more comfort
than a glass of ice.
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