| I once knew a pair that used to fit very tight
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| and now a man standing tall in the wake of this night
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| his eyes are watering in anger at the thought of her spite
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| the scene of adultery sets the stage for his plight
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| on an innocent trip how can one really so much
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| a belief in a soul, in a beauty, or in a touch
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| it’s like a three legged dog in search of a crutch
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| disecting to get past all the motors and such
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| she once loved this person
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| a trial out of sight
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| disposing of the present situation
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| if felt right
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| two winters and summers passed over like a sound
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| and now the two of them are lost in the screaming battle ground
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| with support (?) all around him
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| he climbs the fence for a drink (or With support all around him like a fence or a drink??)
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| he realizes in sadness
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| that now he must begin to think
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| to filter his energy
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| upon losses and pain
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| she’ll break up with the rest of them
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| peaceful or the game?
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| her sister’s a friend
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| she’s like a relative to both
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| obliged to brother under silouhetted oath
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| and she’s there for the two with her bias undone
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| and she helped see it under the moon lighted sun
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| but today they’ve still yet to look each other in the eye
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| and in a second, he manages to dip
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| to the other side
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| up to the people of the sky
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| and now he’ll never die |