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Your Urge
You don't have to deny your urge,
It doesn't make you bad.
On our admission the makeweight's lifted,
Stop dwelling on the past.
I think about the three of us,
I wonder how we tessellate,
It would've been much wiser,
To allow these feelings to rebate.
Empty words so free of connotations,
All dreams come to an end.
Codify your utterance, communicate your needs,
Prepare your vocabulary.
My nervous system fails me,
My thoughts are becoming fugitive,
And when I'm in your arms,
I wonder how much I can give.
The weekend is a Godsend,
The night time is a lifeline,
Another useless fumble,
Another drunken stumble,
The pinkness 'round your iris,
Reveals that you've been crying,
But I don't know what my crime is,
I cause upset without trying.
People are judged on their mistakes,
And how much money that they make.
No-one wants to lose their youth,
In a trench like this.
Visiting the same places,
Kissing all the same faces,
Building up support,
Looking for rapport.
I empty out my pockets at the end of the night,
Another scrawled first name,
Another sense of shame.
I need to get to bed,
Before I fail myself again,
We got to close that night,
And I reached out for your hand.
The night time is a lifeline,
The weekend is a God send,
Another useless fumble,
Another drunken stumble,
Oh, but the pinkness near your iris,
Reveals that you've been crying,
But I don't know what my crime is,
Behind my crumbling veneer.
My strength is sapping,
My heart strings are snapping,
Ooooooooo.
My strength is sapping,
My heart strings are snapping,
Ooooooooo.
Ooooooooo.
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Ooooooooo.
Ooooooooo.
My heart strings are snapping,
My strength is sapping,
Ooooooooo.
My heart strings are snapping,
My strength is sapping,
Behind my crumbling veneer.
But I don't know what my crime is,
Reveals that you've been crying,
Oh, but the pinkness near your iris,
Another drunken stumble,
Another useless fumble,
The weekend is a God send,
The night time is a lifeline,
And I reached out for your hand.
We got to close that night,
Before I fail myself again,
I need to get to bed,
Another sense of shame.
Another scrawled first name,
I empty out my pockets at the end of the night,
Looking for rapport.
Building up support,
Kissing all the same faces,
Visiting the same places,
In a trench like this.
No-one wants to lose their youth,
And how much money that they make.
People are judged on their mistakes,
I cause upset without trying.
But I don't know what my crime is,
Reveals that you've been crying,
The pinkness 'round your iris,
Another drunken stumble,
Another useless fumble,
The night time is a lifeline,
The weekend is a Godsend,
I wonder how much I can give.
And when I'm in your arms,
My thoughts are becoming fugitive,
My nervous system fails me,
Prepare your vocabulary.
Codify your utterance, communicate your needs,
All dreams come to an end.
Empty words so free of connotations,
To allow these feelings to rebate.
It would've been much wiser,
I wonder how we tessellate,
I think about the three of us,
Stop dwelling on the past.
On our admission the makeweight's lifted,
It doesn't make you bad.
You don't have to deny your urge,
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