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I have weaknesses like all my brothers doAn objectifying eye and hands that follow suitSome ugly allergy to the true love on my plateWrong wiring, connections I can't make I had this pocketwatch from a love I couldn't claimI lost in Luxembourg, whispering your nameTo a sculpture garden where time won't heal all woundsWIthout regret I still remember every night with you I felt your belly blessed with a blooming baby boyI dreamt he'd be mine once - like I really had the choiceKids do stupid things, and I was, and I didA long life ago, some other person lived She seemed satisfied in the corner of the frameUntil she turned to me, said "I need to walk awaySpeak no argument, you're nowhere close to sure;I'm sorry, but, I don't have time for sorry anymore." From Letras Mania