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the coffee is brewing, my cigarettes are burning, i'm turning and stewing, pacing on a dime; the clock is ticking, my hands are twitching, to the plan, i'm sticking, racing against time: but my skin is crawling and itching, just know she's gonna be bitching, about how i forgot again.
i light another smoke, breathing it deep, keeping an eye upon the hour, until she awoke; we spoke, i smoked, she burned and cried, could have died, until the first vase broke: i've nothing to offer, but i love her, while she suffers my failure to remember dates, guess we're soulmates.
after all is said and done, when the crockery's been thrown and everything's been blown, the fun has ended, then blended into the past, should have asked; but soon, she'll return, we'll both have learned, and i'll find something to say, the strife will fade away: in the game of life, just a pawn gone awry, sure wish i could order love on rye.
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