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Indiscretions
Indiscretions and more lies
a captive of my will
I try in vain to fend you off
addicted to the thrill
My days go by in silent thought
I’ve left you far behind
And then a phone call beacons me
and soon it all unwinds
Your ways are toxic to my soul
my flesh it comes alive
How long can we keep doing this?
It’s all so damn contrived
It seems we both are prisoners
unable to be free
We both can't seem to end this thing
that strangles you and me
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