| And I could touch their skin
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| A landscape of desperation
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| No great army, no soldier of fortune
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| Could get me through that day
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| The action was so revealing
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| That the feeling will never go away
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| Hold on to me and I’ll give you
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| My pulse
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| I find the need so appealing
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| Untie the knots in my soul
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| Until I feel the secret unveiling
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| I reach up for any face
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| I was never good at concealing
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| But I have the nerve I’ve pushed before
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| If only to bury the fear
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| You wear a coat of armour
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| I’ll take the chance
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| And break through that shield
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| Hold onto me I’ll give you my pulse |