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you will never understand what you do to me i'm not smart enough to be vain or dumb enough to be sane mildly, wildly i can disappear and i usually do whenever my muse is cut and bleeding tied to grim indulging she's a broken record playing "here and only" only these days i get some friction when i walk too close to you here and only, only you're not there like you said you would be i could use a nice shot of you but i'm not shocked, not shocked at all. you will never understand what you do to me i'm not jaded enough to laugh i'm not numb enough by half. © 2003, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |