Monday 26 November 2007 photo 1/1
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What's coming over me I've no control. I hear a voice saying get a hold of yourself, You seem like someone else I don't know. Where have my senses gone, I lost my way. With every touch you intoxicate. Pull me in, stop making my head spin. I'm losing it. Upside down my feet can't find the ground. My mixed up mind's a blur. I trip on every word.
Annons