| Now I hold her hand
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| In the back of my mind
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| Dancing in the Fields
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| Of gold Tress as she undresses
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| Son maters sunshine
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| To remind the soul
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| How blessed one man could be
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| If he could only find her highness
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| I get to knight this
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| Open meeting
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| Keep running into false hope
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| The wrong one
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| My hope is floating in the sewer
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| Can’t keep me denied
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| Of the one I hold as precious as a
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| Place a necklace on the mantle
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| In the mansion of my heart
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| To gain a further understanding
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| Of the man I have to be
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| To capture woman Extraordinary
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| To the ordinary
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| Larry, Dick, Joe, and Barry weary
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| And what life is his planetary book
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| Easy can we locate with ease
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| The power to read the mind
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| Of female minds of thought
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| Unless I drop all insecurity’s
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| To figure out impurity’s
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| And purely im a hopeless romantic
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| In the way I know who she is
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| Sometimes I think I see her face
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| But just in case
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| I keep the searching up to par
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| Just the year from hitting bars
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| To park my ass amol these stools
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| Continue acting a fool
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| They say put your energy out there
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| And your bound to find the matching
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| Energy, but im pushing my portfolio
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| And getting no responses
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| No call back
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| My walls are rauqwist statistics
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| Sorry facts of cycles
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| Early fuckin messin up the rest
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| Of a certain something
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| Ending up with regret
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| Feeling depressed unless
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| The public with information
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| Who’s in for waiting not I
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| See i’ve been denied
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| I got my eyes on this one young woman
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| Who’s beautiful like a scape
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| I hope to snatch her out
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| This hellish day
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| To eloquently satisfy
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| Her misconception’s of this man
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| Who’s skinny frame will only large
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| Enclose the margin
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| Bargin brands are further
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| Down the food chain
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| See i higher than u think
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| Come take a drink
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| Get off your high horse
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| Your prized posesion
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| Lays within inexterior’s
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| Inferior brands
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| It seems the inferior man
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| Always gets what he believe’s
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| In a way it’s a sin to be picky
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| Of precise with the nice of nice
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| I’m on the fight squad
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| The captain of getting what I want
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| Have it your way
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| I want what I can get
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| One that I feel the most
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| So I toast the man and woman
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| Who know they belong together
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| Cause for all I know
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| I could be searching this earth forever
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| I toast the man and woman
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| Who they know belong together
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| Cause for all I know I could be searching
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| This earth forever
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| Similes stay simple
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| Me you say to me
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| You speak that poetry
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| Really can’t interpretate
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| What you equate Emotionally
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| Attached to all the physical
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| Attacks of love and
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| Human naturality
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| But its a formality
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| And woman I don’t need you
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| Explaining to me
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| Conversations with myself
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| I can brake down
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| How you feel for me
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| Imaginary looks
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| Writing my books
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| On how it should be for me
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| On this earth we miss our looks
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| Keep missing certain looks
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| It seems that Destiny’s are crooks
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| They only want the richer fold it
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| Can’t add up to the space
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| Thats accumulated
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| By live it all these months and days
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| And waste
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| Diamond lace your highness
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| Waste my stylist with your profile
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| Just once… |