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In bed your body burns just like a fire.
And your eyes they twitch under lids from side to side.
And my ego cant seem to get a grip
Ill simplify the terms Im leaving
until my body lays under leaves and green-green grass
By then my ego might finally get a grip
So Ill let my lover lie and in absence Ill drink tonight
With tired limbs, indecent mind, and beggars bones
I could patiently seek another chance
Or I could cut you deep with a simple glance
I loathe your hesitance
Ill let my lover lie and in absence Ill drink tonight
With tired limbs, indecent mind, and beggars bones
So lay like a monument to poise and indifference
Betrayed by retreating lips to baring teeth
Ill trade my vindictive sigh for quarter of witless spite
Til I, like my lover, lie with beggars bones
Til I let my lover
Lay like you know I swallowed my hungry pride
And let it all go for the sake of a better life
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