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It is too late to feel like a numb skin Say that you've harpooned me, am I a prize then I am lost as the sea, you tell me what I see Love was supposed

It is too late to feel like a numb skin Say that you've harpooned me, am I a prize then I am lost as the sea, you tell me what I see Love was supposed