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Apr 2016
My heart couldn’t take the pressure
It got too greedy, tried to take the pleasure
I write to express how I manage to control the stress
Your good looks would be great to measure

Takin’ the time to describe you
And I hope to be the one right beside you
Cause I can’t seem to picture anybody else
One of a kind, more than happy to remind you

Sobriety absent, respect the attraction, I start to see double
And at the same time that I’m lookin’ to cuddle, you lookin’ for trouble
A kiss on the neck and you gasp for pleasure, our happy hour
We control the power, really happy with the time that we spend with each other

Rippin’ ya dress, I don’t need that light
Kissin’ ya chest and we feel like kites
I hear your heartbeat, your pulse is risin’
Not surprised that I keep you on your feet all night

Thinkin' I want you in my life
And entertain you as my wife
Give you the world with a boy and a girl
Isolated from the rest, we’re the best, that’s right

Reachin’ the limits of our love, we fight
Holdin’ the gun, takin’ shots on sight
Nobody hurt, but the spirit is broken
Quick to regret all the words that were spoken

We’re playin’ a game that ain’t worth the token
You hold the joystick but the screen is blank
We fell asleep, neither one was awoken
Can’t place a name on who to thank
Cyrus Gold
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Cyrus Gold  Somewhere in the Americas
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