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Suite For The Souls Of Our Enemies (Part II: Lover)

Another lonely night

Surrounded by breathing

I called him dynamite (liar)

Shot and sleeping, he believes me



You boys are all talk

Sexually nowhere

Alone, in the dark

Nice try, but the spark isn't there



These men are a virus

They come, and go

Take their fill and sneak away

I'm a needle in a negligee

Come to me, lover



When I hit the streets

The mongrels are seething

Tourists love the city at night

Me, I see demons breeding

"Hey pop, over here

I've got something for you"

(Poor slob, smelling of beer

Nice suit, for an old buffoon)



I don't need this shrink to fit life

I need somebody to help me

Can anyone set me free?

Come to me, lover



Another lonely life

Surrounded by choices

Choices made outside of light

Controlled by hidden voices

Sometimes we're all talk

Spiritually nowhere

In our hearts, the key to new life

Sometimes, afraid to show it



Lives so tragic; they come and go

Crossing our paths every day

So easy to turn them away

Yet we are called as lovers

Suite For The Souls Of Our Enemies (Part II: Lover) /

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