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So now she's turning a corner, |
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Wants to leave me again, |
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Though its sad |
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I really should warn her, you can only break up so many timesbefore losing us to absurdity without becoming forced to call. |
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She said, "How can we continueIf you're telling the truth, I still don't believe you." |
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So now she's getting tired |
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Wondering if it's a peak or precipice, |
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And just how to labor forward |
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When her man is a mess and never there. |
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Though its sad being apart, |
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Its much worse being together in silence |
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Because more than civility |
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We need laughter, happiness, madness, anything. |
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Our love is senile, like a blind child bumping into walls, |
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Say its not guilt keeping us together |
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How can we support each other's wills. |
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Our love is senile, like we don't recognize each other |
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Somehow we've relapsed to being strangers |
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The scuttling of tires in our sacred realm |
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Now it's time to play the socialist, and protect our little chick |
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From our problems, confusion, this evasiveness is no solution. |