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Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
You and me a time for planting,
You and me a harvest granting
time after time I sit and i'll wait for your call
I know I'm a fool what can I say whatever the price I'll pay
all night hold tight
then we touched then we sang about the loving things
lying beside you here in the dark
softly you whisper you are so sincere
　
comfort is found in the hand that you hold
hearts torn bleeding in the night dazzled white
crystal clear picture of two lovers in flight
forget the night the day is far spent
kisses on little pillows will tickle soft noses
breath deeply lest you be thrown into a shallow pool not to cool
whispers in the corridor with strangers waiting
