You want the same things as me
Love, a mate, happiness and security
There are questions we don't ask
Old loves, fantasies, the past
Still we all need our thoughts read
It might make us better in bed
It would eliminate so many problems
Chase away demons, witches and goblins
That haunt our souls throughout life
Causing us worry, aggravation and strife
Plus we couldn't ever make accusations
That results in our being under suspicion
But, alas, theres this other thing too
There is always something we can't get from you
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