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Drip drip
My hands are still shaking
From what I've seen today
With every moment vivid--
Pressed into my mind like tattoo
I can still hear the drip drip
The drip drip
The drip drip
Of the blood falling from my fingertips
Feel the life
From the warmth
Of your blood
On my hands
My hands are still shaking
From what I've seen today
The trauma is setting in
Establishing a residence in my brain
I can still hear the pulse
Filling up the room
Overwhelming my senses--
The rush of some unseen assailant, surely
Possibly it was some hero
Coming to our rescue--
Coming to fix you
Coming to save me
But there was no assailant
No other party
Just us
Just you and me
And that thunderous sound--
That galloping pace--
That frantic frenzy--
That was me...
That was my drip drip
Drip drip
Drip
Drip
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