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				well it seems impossible to undo our
				      lonesome pasts 
				      and we carry more pain than our ol' heart cup
				      can withstand
				      we're filled to the brim with the world's
				      empty promises
				      and our truth knots become frayed at the ends
and it's as old as this here dream
and it's as tired as I seem
and yes honey you win
there's no more going to the bar on 4th to cop
				      you've disturbed that leech too much
				      and I'm begging for you to try and stop
it's as cold as a Wisconsin stream
it's as lost as a disabled marine
and yes honey you winthis love has been shred apart
my heart has been led astray
and I've sung our last part
at least for today
so come back here girl if I'm still the one
				      you choose to desire
				      and I just might give you what your sick flesh requires
				      'cause now the dream's now on hold
				      the light has lost its glow and the story has been told
				      and honey you win 
©2014, Timothy James Swenson