.I am I spy...spying on myself,
A tragic subject
And in this lie a million musty reasons
For a clumsy feeling
In the melancholy boxing of a lover's conversation
I hope you'll never, never, never, know
Every word, every lover's sign we make has been made before
Every squeeze,.
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