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Savage Garden

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Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart. I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you. Itīs hard to find relief and people can be so cold. When darkness is upon your door and it feels like you canīt take anymore.
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"Crash and Burn"

 
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