| The voice pressures in Your words that ask for me The joy of being needed
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| I bite my nails just a little
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| Hide your crying wrists The spilling milk The
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| persistent cat becomes silent
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| You don’t want it but can’t take your eyes off of the spilled milk
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| Is that love? |
| Mistake?
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| I look at you just a little
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| I picture the swaying vision Of the reality becoming real You test me persistently
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| You get angry when I don’t agree You lose yourself
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| And I fall in love with you once again
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| Can’t be touched Won’t be touched
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| blind sorrow
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| I know it’s hard for you to wait for me, so don’t cry, go ahead and sleep
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| What do you want from me? |
| If I say to you that you look beautiful,
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| will you be able to sleep?
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| You stare at the flowers by the window, without even blinking
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| You want what you can’t have, You wish to be pregnant But the only thing you
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| can’t hear is this child’s…
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| It’s so dark and dark and dreadful Lets calm down with an old tale
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| I am good at pretending to cry So I spill the milk and smile and I yell her the
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| truth about not being pregnant
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| Don’t do an excessive thing. |