it's some kind of fever, it's some sorta spell
the kind of a secret that you cannot tell
it hits you when yer hearin a song
n realizin somethin is wrong
n feelin like yer everthing is all gone to hell
n don't i know that feelin so well
it's some kind of fever, it's some sorta spell
a dream outta sequence that stumbled and fell
n you don't know the part that you play
forgettin what the line is you say
all around you's shoutin then the sound of a bell
you know you know that ringin' so well
when you get the fever, when you hear the bell
keep hold to the secret you better not tell
add it to the list you must do
when mysteries of life come in view
hold yer tongue and wait until the time comes to sell
the gold in secrets you know so well
are only gold if you didn't tell
stephenhsmith 16aug2009
12 September 2009
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