Blowing hot and cold,
You blow me hot and cold,
Just like a dream...
...and then like nothing,
It's like a wall,
Then you're freaked out,
Like something I don't know,
And you don't know yourself,
Like you're losing some control,
Like you trying to keep a grip,
And every time I think we click
I get so carried away,
And you have to stop me,
Or I'll spin you into infinity,
And what will happen then?
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