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If you wait, good things will come.
My heart pounds fast, like I could run.
My mind is doing all the running,
I feel it creep up from my tummy.

There is this rush, I cannot compare.
It feels so good when you play with my hair.
Life seems so simple, my reality is blocked out.
There are never feelings of self-doubt.

It takes me back to a much easier time.
When there was no trouble clouding my mind.
The lights I see, mean the world to me.
As they glow and flicker, my heart beats quicker.

I can feel the music deep inside my bones.
Each and every intoxicating tone.
She comes in waves, when she hits you hard.
She covers up my lonely scars.

My body moves like never before.
My feet can barely feel the floor.
There is this waterfall inside my body.
When my memory gets sorta spotty.

You can talk about anything, without a care.
As long as she is still there.
She's all I want, the rush is what I crave.
That fuzzy feeling, oh how I wish I could save.