Toba Caldera

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Toba Caldera - The Three Of Me

 

I hold my hands out
To carry your madness
You can't control yourself so I wrap my arms

I feel your madness
Digs deep inside
I see your frantic eyes
Nowhere to hide

I hold my hands out
You are the disease
I can't cure myself
When you get too near

And then you see me
And you just stare
No room for feelings
Because you don't care