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I can still touch those arms

So strong and reaffirming 

Nothing could get to me 

Then there’s the day where 

I sit and listen to the medic man

Lay it out in black and white 

Just like the text that proclaimed it all

Nothin could get him from outside

So the plot was hatched from within 

And his body turned rogue 

I want to touch those arms now

Be strong and reaffirming 

Everything fails me now

Now here I am the messenger 

Ferrying the word to all out there

Of stages and a little secret that

All know ‘cept the man who holds it 

Could not break him from the outside

So it had to be an inside job

Just a little swell in time