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Cactus



No matter how much I suffer in your arms

Your thorns are the best for my body

Even if my heart is thirsty in my hands

Even a drop of your word makes the desert in me green


I don't know how much longer I can hold on

These memories I'm trapped in with you

All I care about is standing with what I've got

And to expect a glimpse of feeling from you

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