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My flesh is weak, my soul is strong
But I donít care if itís wrong
Today I ache, to night I pine
But our love is on the line
Iím sitting here all alone
My lust un-sated by the phone
All your words donít fulfill me
And I donít think that you can see
that over here Iím afraid
of our love, and what weíve made

And so I run, and so I hide
without someone at my side
and I will pour out my heart
to a stranger, then we part
but this is not what I need
itís more than lust I have to feed
Thatís what I tell myself at least
But my hunger hasnít ceased

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