75 Degrees کے بول

75 degrees Nothing is bugging me Heat whispering trees My baby and me 75 degrees, the killer in me Rushing through my veins Taking away my pain Over me, under me, within me, without me, under me, over me I bite the hand that feeds I feed the hand I bite And everyone is strange Not everyone's to blame I can't wait for Hell To break the spell It is here, in my feet, through my toes, above and down below You know I'm afraid You know I'm scared And so are you, and so is he, and so is she What's the point of trying to hide? Gimme a reason to breathe Gimme a reason to feel I often wondered when it all went right I often wondered when it all went right I often wondered when it all went right I often wondered when it all went right