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The feeling when she's present |
| With nervous hands, my palms drip with cold sweat., cold anxious sweat - 'Don't sweat it - she's different' i tell myself My legs shake and quiver it's getting hard to stand - i can't stand how i feel My tongue is in a knot - but that's not half my problem i wipe the beads of sweat from my wrinkled nervous brow and step along side her she's different... don't sweat it |