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My love is like a jet black high speed train
Going nowhere then coming back again
I wish i could, i'd love to touch
Her perfect golden tan
Got a burned out heart
But i deal with it the best i can
And where i come from you use small words
In quiet silence everything gets heard
Oh man, i'd really like to scream out loud, he-hey
I know you'll understand
Got a burned out heart
And i deal with it the best i can
Floating in a dream
Floating in a dream
I wish i could, i'd love to touch
Her perfect golden tan
Got a burned out heart
But i deal with it the best i can
