picture a place that's far from danger.
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a nicer place to cash your chips.
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i'm not the one holding you hostage.
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squeezed inbetween my lips.
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we're not supposed to be lovers.
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or friends, like they'd have us believe.
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we're not supposed to know eachother.
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accept my apology.
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i was a babe stuck in a tree branch.
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banging on my rusty cradle bars.
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until i stole your middle finger.
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now who's the one in charge?
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we're not supposed to be lovers.
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or friends, like they'd have us believe.
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we're not supposed to know eachother.
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accept my apology.
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vain, underground, fist, face down.
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bruise as they heal my pain.
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food on the flight.
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bread, fist, bite.
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draw from the orange juice crane.
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picture a person you've forgotten.
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kissing your brother or your friend.
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picture a wounded entertainer.
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cutting his hair again.
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We're Not Supposed to Be Lovers
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| Adam Green |
