I'm lost without the boy
sitting on the couch
he is a girl
I'm lost without his mind
curvy blue-eyed lips
am I a man?
is this just a game to you?
we all calling you madame?
mysteriously saving
you're the coupon cutter

I thought you were the son
the one, days of your lifetime
wrapping in it's own end
I am a blanket, setting in the sun
in the sun, back in this again
I think you're dead without my touch
I suppose I am to run
 
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