As I stand here
in your warm embrace
I come to think
Will we make it though this race?

A race of passion
and of fear.
A race of lust
and a race of love.

Your heart beats faster
As well does mine
I cannot stand this
Its almost like waiting in line.

How did we get in such a bind?
We walked in together
then walked out apart
Seeing what has been manipulated
We are now blinded.
 
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