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Written by Christian James Guarin.
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I asked her a question and, fearing the answer, she told me "Making money is easy as a dancer...and nights are the time to unwind, have a drink and a thrill!" But still she believes that I'll eventually see. Says "They'd kill to have a body and to move it like me!" But I could do nothing but sigh. In the breath I released I found the courage to speak and told my little momma about the things that I need. And I said:
"You're not the one that I want to come home to...I'm sick of trying to be exceptionally in love with you. You need to be under the spotlight, and baby, listen baby...that ain't me."
(Interlude ft. Steven Kim)
Dear, don't you care what they share when you die? If you had yourself a service than would anyone cry? Or would anyone laugh? Would no one have known you at all? Your small talk leads to seeds never sewn, that will never turn green, that will never grow old. Oh! You sold your soul to devils and you're dancing in their Siren call.
Now this long, red space has taken the place of the woman I love in her eyes, her face. Now everyone knows by her teeth, her bones, that I will fill every day empty, wasting time on my own.
Because YOU:
"You're not the one that I want to come home to...I'm sick of trying to be exceptionally in love with you. You need to be under the spotlight, and baby, listen baby...that ain't me."
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