I walk with both arms to my side
But in my head they're both spread wide
I'm not looking for a warm embrace
I'm really asking why?
With both limbs open, hands to fingers
The obvious truth always lingers
You can't expect to ever find love
When you've been taught by lonely singers.
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I like this. I read this, and go, "I want to write like this"
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