Touch - Dead Poet Society

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Touch

I’m getting up early

I’m standing outside

I can’t wait to see her

Dressed up in white

Don’t want no one to love me

I only need her

I’m getting insane and I

Just wanna get closer

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Touch

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Me

She’s killing me softly

I don’t even mind, but

Whenever I’m fucked up

I wish she would die

Nicotine and her with me

I’m like Amy

Touch her screen

Yeah she’s my queen

Oh my baby

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Touch

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Me

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Touch

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