The promise of forever, the lie of mortal flesh
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and blood the song of Solomon singed by the emotionally stunted heart of deception
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how hard is it to make up your mind?
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I love you, I need you only you forever
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Then I peel these pages on the calendar off the skin on my chest
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is the quest for information providing the experience and the wisdom?
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and the ability to say that something is all right?
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I spell your name with my incision in your embrace
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Opening a heart seems to be an easy thing
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still I'm drowning in the memories that make my spirit sing
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so why are you out of reach?
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when your lips are just out of reach
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and your arms are just out of reach
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and your heart is just out of reach
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why are you just out of reach?
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Is there any kind of genuine feeling of the fairy tale?
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soiled by our American idealism
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these pages that describe my heart
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I'm longing for you to mirror me,
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but you'll just leave again if I'd look up to the stars it will be intoxicating
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and if I'd find the strength to say:
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"Life is not short, life is so long, life is so very long"
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instill in me divine presence of everlasting freedom
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Because I love you, and I need you only you forever
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The beauty screaming up my spinal column
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The aching for a return stinging my central nervous system
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I spell your name with my incision
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and your eyes wonder to someone else one thousand times
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The Pursuit Of Happiness
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