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Those eyes
I swear, they eat me alive
Every morning I'm breathing heavy
Every mourning I'm choked for levity

I'm stuck in waiting
For another surprise, I look at the sunrise
Hoping my dreams would step forth
Plead the fifth for all their worth

I'll take any chance you've got
Albeit, my love is bought
By trade I am loose to misfortune
A lost, forgotten artisan