Touch
Dead Poet Society
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Touch
I’m getting up early
I’m standing in line
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 going insane and I
Just wanna get closer
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Touch me
She’s killing me softly
I don’t even mind
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
Touch me
Touch me