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December third 1997.
Song Called Volcano.

Don’t hold my hand like that
You’ll hurt your knees
I kissed your mouth and back
That’s all I need

Don’t build your world around
Volcanoes melt you down

And what I am to you
Is not real
What I am to you
You do not need
What I am to you
Is not what you mean to me

Forgive me miles and miles of mountains
And I’ll part them with a sea

What I give to you
Is just what I’m going through
This is nothing new
Its just another phase
Of finding what I rreally need
Its what makes me bleed
Like a true disease

She’s still too young to treat…
Like a distant tree…
[Cuts out for a second]
...Too young for me.
December third 1997.    Song Called Volcano.       Don’t hold my hand like that    You’ll hurt your knees    I kissed your mouth and back    That’s all I need       Don’t build your world around    Volcanoes melt you down       And what I am to you    Is not real    What I am to you    You do not need    What I am to you    Is not what you mean to me       Forgive me miles and miles of mountains    And I’ll part them with a sea       What I give to you    Is just what I’m going through    This is nothing new    Its just another phase    Of finding what I rreally need    Its what makes me bleed    Like a true disease       She’s still too young to treat…    Like a distant tree…    [Cuts out for a second]    ...Too young for me.