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Internal Bliss 4-8
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2004 Let the fire blaze inside of me
Do not allow the soak of the sea
I want it all to disappear
All the remnants of a place called here
My great attention to detail
Has turned my life a shade of pale
Nothing is exciting
But for some reason I keep on fighting
Somewhere there must be spirit
Someone somewhere must have writ
Of the cure to this disease
Something to help the pain cease
A potion to jumpstart
The little thing inside called my heart
Because without it here
I cannot shed a tear
And without that consequence
There would be no suspense
No reason to not take a chance
No need to even enhance
So basically, what I'm saying is this
There would be no internal bliss.
