brought to me like a song
carried on an angels arm
straight down from heaven
far from where we're heading
i could twist you like a cherry stem
but you'll pin me up again
i want to lose any bet
going to war in bed
a hidden enemy
a lover or a friend to me
a cynical listener
who isn't so sinister
as everyone makes him out to be
just needs a balance
to weigh out all the talents
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