| I guess the coldness implied by my calculated position in life must be
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| disturbing to some people and maybe the lack of romantic pretense used to
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| disguise or excuse my behavior is not normal, but it is honest, more honest
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| than most people can deal with, but still it doesn’t make me immune to romance
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| I am human, and I do have my fantasies, fantasies that I normally repress,
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| what good are they, after all, but I can’t deny them
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| I listen to my lover sigh as she entwines me
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| I listen to my lover cry because she blinds me
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| I listen to my lover laugh as she defines me
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| With every breath I wait for her to find me
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| Usually because I’m a man, I guess, these fantasies gravitate towards a female
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| form and occasionally I do allow them to run free, dancing in slow motion
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| through the flower fields of my imagination
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| I know it sounds silly, especially coming from someone with such a cunning and
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| cutthroat attitude towards life, but sometimes I feel like nothing would make
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| me happier than holding hands with a beautiful woman on the beach,
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| watching the sun slowly descending into the pinks and purples of a perfect
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| sunset, disgusting isn’t it? |