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There’s trouble rising,
My heart’s in retrograde.
Blame it on the scorpion moon
Or just your educated talk.
Should I think the things I do?
Are you someone’s baby?
Mister will it be worth the pain.
Just to feel this way with you.
Like some kind of heavenly hell,
The higher you take me
I know it’s further to fall.
Though if I’m on the way up or down
Either way someone will burn