would you believe it, she sent me a letter,
the ring, it nearly weighs her down, she's got another boy, oh boy
steady your ears ... read my lips
poetry is not a luxury, it's how i'll break this home
and when i'm really ill, won't you cradle me?
man is not a noble animal, but maybe woman is, remember,
i heard you...
inside your room, you said, "You never really live
Until your back's against the wall, " oh did you really mean it?
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