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Becoming Man

What have I become succumbed to this drug called love?
A fiend in need of a permanent fix I shake for your touch
Let me know that in your world I do in fact exist
Release me from this human skin snip the stitch
Even on land in this dreadful world
This is a sea we are all small fish
Lost in the eyes of a romantic begotten wish
Eaten alive by forceful yearning hands as a delicacy dish
Breaking hands punching the walls of the rich
Making Uncle Sam cripple to the floor
Scattering pockets full of change
The asshole with no turning signal
Gunning for a crash collision switching lanes
As I watched you molest your personal sanctuary
I'm amazed in wonder how my bones burn for you
Each curve a fun slide follows me with the crash of the tide

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