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Modern Martyr
04:18
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Does it keep you up in bed? A drop in the market? Your lover is safe at rest in your pocket.
So content, so satisfied in your own eyes, but when everything's spent, you can run if you'd like - for what's left of your life.
"Be persistent. You're on the right track. We're so distant to watch your back for you."
Fortune.
Fortune, my morning light. Nothing you can't buy. I made my vow: dedicated to you - my life of pursuit, a coffee table truth.
In the end I am surrounded by not one of my friends. Yes, I'll have regrets. But regrets what it's all about. There are somethings you can't live without.
What a life, what a life.
When cigarettes keep you up at night, your paramour becomes a parasite, yes, everybody has to pay a price and you are your own sacrifice to Fortune.
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When we are wed you won’t have to sleep alone again.
I’ll be the one that you’ll dream of.
Until I’m gone, when you’ll be wondering where you went wrong - counting the springs on which your body rests, sleepless.
I’m not angry.
I hate to see you happy without me.
I tried to see the good in this but I’m not convinced there is, no, I’m not convinced.
You left your ring in the bathroom on the sink. Must be watching them movies the way you slipped out so smoothly.
I find when I’m drawn to the cabinet searching for any sleep causing catalyst I am reminded of what our love blinded.
Everything has changed. I can’t accept what we became, but time moves ahead, just like you did, the second you said:
Let’s have a wedding.
I’m so tired of pretending like we are married.
Like we are married.
We’ve got forever to forget - 'til death or disconnect - once we get married. We'll get married.
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Gain/Glory
04:54
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Black Sheep of the bourgeoisie, they've come with their cameras to photograph the debris.
They're all relieved your words won't float out to sea.
They've got to caption this crash with what you were so sure you'd be.
"Guaranteed."
They told you so.
Now you know.
They told you so.
Now you're on your own.
Come see the suburban squanderer. Nowadays they emerge in waves, shipwrecked upon the most improvident shores. Beyond the bay the castaway.
There was a warning you were bent on ignoring. If you'd just stick to the story, gain and glory.
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My dear, what are you doing here?
Baby bird gone out of the tree intent on testing her wings... searching.
She had eyes and they were for choosing.
Uncoerced, she chose him and she chose him first.
Is this what you want?
A name you’ll say everyday, by death to separate?
Tiffany blue.
Flowers and fanfare waiting on you.
You are SO sure you’re never ever ever gonna want for more.
Your love - "it's real."
"He is the opposite end on your color wheel," and you know "from that feeling you get" - that which with time they all seem to forget.
It’s not too late to decide to escape the quagmire that is desire.
But if you say "yes" in your very expensive white dress, you will have been swayed by a love that will fade.
Is this what you want?
A name you’ll say everyday
Just enough to suffocate?
My dear, what are you doing here? My dear...
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florid New York, New York
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