| Sweet woman |
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Make me |
| Feel like I am a |
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Man |
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| Like someone |
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Desirable |
| Wanted by a |
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Woman |
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| Maybe it's |
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Merely |
| Feeding my |
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Ego |
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| But then |
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Again |
| Isn't that the |
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Point |
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| Mechanics of |
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It |
| I can manage |
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Alone |
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| But that |
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Doesn't |
| Satisfy the |
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Longing |
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| Joy of making |
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Love |
| Lying in the |
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Illusion |
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| Forgetting |
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Even if |
| Only for a |
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Moment |
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| Putting aside |
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Temporarily |
| The reality that |
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We are alone |
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| Dreaming that there
is |
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Someone else |
| We can become one |
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With |
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| So what if it |
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Simply |
| Helps us through the |
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Nights |
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| Power of |
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Loving |
| Bringing us |
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Together |
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| Power of |
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Loving |
| Raising us above our |
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Humble realities |
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| Moving |
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Together |
| Sharing |
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Caring |
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| Emptying our |
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Lives of |
| Grief |
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Fears |
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| Escaping to |
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Paradise |
| Lost in another's |
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Embrace |
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