“I know what you want, ” you said confidently.
But no, you sir, fail to fully understand.
What I want, not that I told you, is a tale.
A fairy tale older than the times of sand.
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It’s hard to hear
the clock tick on
and to not hear your voice.
I’m so accustomed to it,
...
Oh, little baby Phillip.
Such a sad thing to know
that we won’t witness
your first signs of life
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Your touch gives me shivers,
some people may think it wrong
but my skin surely quivers
as I hear your heart beat in song.
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I’m hanging by a thread,
the thread you unknowingly dangle above the lion,
and I have to choose
either death by you
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No…
“We shouldn’t have…”
I know, but…
“I’m sorry…”
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You buzz through
my static-like mind;
my heart stops
because I know it's you.
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The year misfortune dies
And is forever set in its grave.
The month luck is met
And is looked upon as a celestial fate.
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