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I'm in a quiet crisisYou're just not listeningHead turned away like an unwanted christningAnd back in the bedroom it's always the sameSearching eachother's eyes for traces of sin consummation, liquor and something that'll giveStraighten the curtain so the light goes dimNights when I lie in bed like a patient strapped down under sheets in dark isolationConcerned me; shouldn't I be having the best sex of my life? Instead of closing my eyesAnd I know that I want it though my body lies stillLike unexploded ordinates on an abandoned hillThere's only so far I can go on alone before turning back shakily and searching for homeOr maybe I'm scared of the kids going home together cuz fucking all day makes them feel betterAnd I know that I want it though my body lies stillLike unexploded ordinates on an abandoned hill(x2)Haven't I paid my duesWork everyday in a windowless roomCan't seem to cut myself looseHoping my eyes will close pretty soon From Letras Mania