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| This incessant returning of circles and cycles You do and you don't I let and I won't I can't keep it up I'll floor you or leave you but it's a hard choice to make What are we? Please explain, but don't touch that never says it right and I always take it wrong Wating and hoping for the answer I want Do you like me? Do you want me? This all sounds too familar As the second time comes around What was I to you, what am I to you? Please answer, don't make me wait because that silence confirms you answer of "nothing'. August 17, 2001 |
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