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Your lack of inspiration What can I say? Your misinterpretation I'm sorry mate You only need affection and pillow space Lack of imagination Poor Sharon Tate Demand for sole attraction And shadow prey At will I'll end defense I need someone like you You need someone like me Why don't you see what's clear? Sometimes you need protection Sometimes you don't You run out of munitions While others don't I'm lonely in the fog I need someone like you You need someone like me Why don't you see what's clear? From Letras Mania