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a post-modern day heart longing
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the new ones it's not for your asking
and not mine for the taking
the shaking, quaking, waking or breaking
it doesn't belong to you
and it isn't of my own
the moan, stone ,drone and condone
somthing tells me
you knew it all along
where we went wrong and why we don't belong
and oh i can't define
but that's ok
i'm going to have a cry
and get on with my day
and tears like rain fall dripping down your heart
and what a gift is this new start
i can taste you with in every inch of me
and i choke with every breath
on whatevers left and surfaces
and it just that every so often i look up on myspace
and gosh you have a pretty face
