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Well I held you like a loverHappy hands, your elbow in the appropriate placeAnd we ignored our othersHappy plans for that delicate look upon your faceOur bodies moved and hardenedHurting parts of your gardenWith no room for a pardonIn a place where no one knows what we have doneDo you come?Together ever with him?And is he dark enough?Enough to see your light?And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?Do you miss my smell?And is he bold enough to take you on?Do you feel like you belong?And does he drive you wild?Or just mildly free?What about meWell you held me like a loverSweaty handsAnd my foot in the appropriate placeWe use cushions to cover happy glandsIn the mild issue of our disgraceOu...

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