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why don’t i show like she does
just one note can be too much
why does one tune always heal
and do i hear everything as such
or is she just
a proven violin
or is it just
a cruel and vile sin
no competition exists
stroking the back of her virtual hips
what i only seem to view
does this body reflect a friend or two
or is she just
a proven violin
or is it just
a cruel and vile sin
a proven violin
i sing its praise, she’s aged so well
why worry when you’re nothing but a shell
to hear her play, your conquest is through
redemption for an invisible view
or is it just
a proven violin
or is she just
a cruel and vile…
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why do i stare like i do
when all of the maybes are fading
scars of the ages all unglue
descending and twisting and turning
why do i care like i do
something is wrong if i want to
this instrument i worthy of you?
all that i know tells me not to
as if she’s just
a proven violin
or is it just
a cruel and vile…
why do i stare like i do
when all of the maybes are fading
scars of the ages all unglue
possessing and twisting and turning
why do i stare like i do
when all of the maybes are fading
scars of the ages all unglue
descending and twisting and burning |
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