Loving you makes me ill.
My throat is sore and I hope I got it from you.
I want to share these palpatations.
It makes me sick to think I'll never have you.
I drink music like toddies.
I drink music I was given by you.
Sleep won't come because I already daydreamt.
We can't be together and I not be with you.
I can't not be with you when we're together.
I want to be in the arms of you.
Hold me through my fever.
Tell me what's going on with you.
I have a fever,
and also I love you.
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