The face each other and
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Inhale at the same time
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Nothing better than sharing
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In one short second she grew wings to fly
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Now the arrows missed
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All that she intends is to start her heart again
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Ignite the cigarette
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The hot cherry lips connect
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A simultaneous combustion
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Of unspoken dialect
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Comfort one another's child bearing hips
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Hands that touch feminine touch unresolved
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Elevated she feels liberated
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But what passion exists
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That could make this of you?
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Now the arrows missed
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All that she intends is to start her heart again
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Peel the preach, juices flow
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Eat the girl and keep the stone
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Sever ties. No conviction in her promises
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The presence of abandonment
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Got a gun not afraid to use it
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What's the secret? I can hear it breathing
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Under the bed!
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She wants devotion, not apologies!
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By the time you get home
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Promises will be broken
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By the time you get home
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Your fish will be dead and floating
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By the time...
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Oh speechless Karina. I will
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learn to read thy thoughts
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Fingers crossed behind her back
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She swears on her mother's life
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When enemies become lovers
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Lovers can't become wives
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When enemies become lovers
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Lovers can't become wives
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Don't Forget To Feed The Fish
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| Hondo Maclean |
