A hurdle at which greater men have fallen

She manipulates

Steals my mind and hides it in the garden



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But now, only love can bring me down

Somehow,somehow love must bring me down

I become the fan and the bellows

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The cupid masturbates

Absent of all thought and of all reason

Shoots me in the back

I think perhaps it must be shooting season

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Not me! Not me!