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Your heart is not an object you can give away                                                                             Metaphysical                                                                                                                                             Its something you've forgotten                                                                                                                          Analytical                                                                                                                                               It's all in your head                                                                                                                                      Psychological                                                                                                                                               Love is just spontaneous                                                                                                                                   Chemical reactions in your mind                                                                                                                         To future the human race                                                                                                                                                                  evolution                                                                                                                                           It's natural selection                                                                                                                          And a probable, statistical truth                                                                                                                                                       You'll find someone you                                                                                                                                                        Relate to                                                                                                                                         Serotonin pumps                                                                                                                                                       Testosterone too                                                                                                                 Then oxytocin to complete the brew                                                                                                                                                And you fall in love                                                                                                                                      Glazed eyes will connect                                                                                                                                                       Start writing poems about How she's so perfect But then my friend If this were true Why does my heart yearn for you Why do i have sleepless nights This isnt right If these were chemicals in my mind Its been a year Surely they'd disappear..
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alex-brown
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Aug 17, 2011
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