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A Using Machine
time was tired and old and wet full of passion and regret wondering what all this is broken dreams and betrayed promises Jimmy put her on a pedastal in his mind she is still there but he lost his mind and his will and he isn't even aware the line is long and crying her lovers feel like dying there is no sense in denying there is no use in trying she comes back like she wasn't gone knowing how you carry on reaching for your life today still the same old game she plays wanting more than she will give taking is her life's design wonder if she really knows how far she crossed the line she is a using machine she will bleed your heart dry take all your energy then leave without goodbye for she will return when you have more to give when will you learn taking is her way to live Larry was trying to save her now he is sorry he met her she too all the love he gave her now just tries to forget her the line is long and crying her lovers feel like dying there is no sense in denying there is no use in trying she comes back like she wasn't gone knowing how you carry on reaching for your life today still the same old game she plays wanting more than she will give taking is her life's design wonder if she really knows how far she crossed the line she is a using machine she will bleed your heart dry take all your energy then leave without goodbye for she will return when you have more to give when will you learn taking is her way to live Barry was trying to love her nothing would be placed above her too late in the game he'd discover now he can only dream of her the line is long and crying her lovers feel like dying there is no sense in denying there is no use in trying she comes back like she wasn't gone knowing how you carry on reaching for your life today still the same old game she plays wanting more than she will give taking is her life's design wonder if she really knows how far she crossed the line she is a using machine she will bleed your heart dry take all your energy then leave without goodbye for she will return when you have more to give when will you learn taking is her way to live A Using Machine Ric Candor ©2001 MAIN GATE FRONT DOOR WRITTEN GARDENS FAREWELL EMAIL
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