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Her bitter meds have thickened me |
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But muscle memory blessed be |
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I've surrendered successfully |
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And it's better than she to me |
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My own thin-skinned amphibian |
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Seems unsure where she fits in |
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But within her quiet hissin' |
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Lies some subtle proposition |
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The appropriate hour's blink |
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Trades my credibility |
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Creates hallways unknown to me |
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To remain lost and alone as should be |
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Her rapid-fire lies require |
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Such arrogance we've both grown tired |
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However I've become this man |
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What a beautiful mistake she's been |
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I've come undone not by my own will |
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But in lacking strength to fight destruction's thrill |
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Love becomes shame in direct ratio |
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To the depths one allows one's love to grow |
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Love becomes shame in direct ratio |
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To the depths one allows one's love to grow |
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And living with this surrender |
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Seems all anyone needs to know |
