Boiling in the summer heat
I can feel the temperature rising
Rising...
Rage, a hot, blistering fiend
Begs me beyond all doubt
To rip through this control
And tear a hole in it the size
Of you.
I can feel the temperature rising
Rising...
Rage, a hot, blistering fiend
Begs me beyond all doubt
To rip through this control
And tear a hole in it the size
Of you.
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