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It feels right
But
Me and my gut
Have been in an ugly rut
Battling to make sense of space
Blinded by the spell binding nature of a beautiful face
So much so that we don’t follow the words of a practiced tongue
Schooled in years of not only deception, but the grandest kind
Self-deception
Painting themselves in either holes or broken deception
And like a lamb to the slaughter I falter
Tripping over such well-versed deceit
And my love is made cheap
But
Me and my gut
Have been in an ugly rut
Battling to make sense of space
Blinded by the spell binding nature of a beautiful face
So much so that we don’t follow the words of a practiced tongue
Schooled in years of not only deception, but the grandest kind
Self-deception
Painting themselves in either holes or broken deception
And like a lamb to the slaughter I falter
Tripping over such well-versed deceit
And my love is made cheap
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