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play to a man's vanity and you can acheive almost anything. tell a woman how mirror's call her by name and you'll have it all everything from the cross-room glances to reiterated statements of obsession a myth of perfect ideals that dont exist there's nothing left and i'd love to cut this string i would really love a reaffirmed principal to identify these off color jokes and trembling fingers oh, thats just the blood pressure taking hold its so hard to sleep but the pillow's soft had me awake while she was not and i wonder where does her breath stop and mine begin i want to listen, so listen- if everyone knew that these words were less than perfect i wouldnt have to explain myself. oh, it doesnt seem to be healthy, please forgive me thats just thats just the way of the world i'll keep a lock on doors so still, i wait for hearts to stop beating Letras de cancionestowards the ticking clock i know these stories destroy and thats programmed into these hands oh, i lied everytime and- if everyone knew that these words were less than perfect i wouldnt have to explain myself. oh, it doesnt seem to be healthy, please forgive me thats just thats just the way of the world manipulation is a tainted face to attatch sacred morals for the sake of polar magnetism open ended lines of questioning and i think she'll be the end of me truly, i hope more than think and my problem resides in the ink i resign but once again, im admiring how commen sense is spent and returned as purchased time ive exchanged the currency and still havent gotten mine if everyone knew that these words were less than perfect i wouldnt have to explain myself. oh, it doesnt seem to be healthy, please forgive me thats just thats just the way of the world From Letras Mania