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I'm not looking for a mommy |
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Don't seem like you need a poppy |
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Plenty of time till you're an old lady |
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And the same for me before |
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I'm an old man |
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We could celebrate it monthly |
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How we stayed individuated |
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Oh kid, congratulations |
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You held on to your dear dear dear identitiy |
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Even while spending so much time with me |
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I see two blackbirds in the yard |
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They are paired together |
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They are feeding |
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They are flying |
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They are fucking |
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I see two dragonflies do the same in midair |
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There is something |
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Special in the air |
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We wake up in the same bed |
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But with different bodies |
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God bless our separate heads |
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Oh desire will run about |
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That's what the geese were all roaring about |
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The fact that our love |
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Is not that kind of love |
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Not that selfish love |
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Says what's yours is mine |
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And what's mine is yours |
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I don't need to turn you out |
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You don't need to turn me into your whore |
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We are not some rutting pair of wild boars |
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We're just psyched so psyched |
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So psyched so fucking psyched |
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That's what the geese are all roaring about |
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That's what their hearts were all open about |
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Our loveThat kind of love |
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Unselfish love |
