| This man of mine
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| Breaks to be desired
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| This man of mine
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| A man to be admired
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| This man of mine
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| He reconsigned his heart
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| This man of mine
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| Isn’t yours, isn’t mine
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| Isn’t yours, isn’t mine
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| A man of glass
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| Awaits his days
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| A man, a man
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| Without a cause
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| A gaze
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| Even to myself sure I don’t belong
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| Doing what I feel, even if it’s wrong
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| Head as hard as marble floor
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| Sure, we could get it on
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| How am I to change, should I change
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| I think we should join forces, but the journey is solo
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| I sip my whiskey simply wishing to go slow
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| Woah, now we’re ones of the hearts and photos
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| The moment, I revisit it, I miss it more, more
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| A man of steel isn’t real, it don’t exist
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| Get the gist, my weakness is them eyeballs
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| My weakness is affection
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| If it’s real, keep the real
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| If it’s fake, get the next one
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| And send him, look down like I just said
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| You understand my progression, shit
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| Maybe in the next life, I’ll learn my lesson, I’m guessin'
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| Some tales are meant to stay apart
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| Into a vague distance
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| Some lives are better kept apart
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| Bound to be inexistent
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| And some tales are meant to stay apart
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| Into a vague distance
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| Some lives are better kept apart
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| Bound to be inexistent
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| (A man of glass)
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| Some tales are meant to stay apart
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| Into a vague distance
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| (A man, a man)
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| Some lives are better kept apart
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| Bound to be inexistent |