I'm Not Good In A Crowd

Girl, I love you but your loving has gone

Hallucinating, chasing, changing

I am learning to see through flames

I'm not good in a crowd

I'm running so far out of my head

Incandescent light at doors

Is there nothing there?

It's easy, don't let it go

Love is like a sin, my love

Rhythm laws

The last of the last particles

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