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Bastard Tactics
At last you drop your guardAnd run your fingers through my hairAcross the threshold of your privacyI rush side to sideTo catch both of your eyesI stretch authenticity to far-fetched gloryWho cares what they teach of humblenessBut the glory overturnsWhen you lean against my chestAnd the crime will be too low to be ignoredIgnore the fact that I’m utterly out of touchAt least accept these sad remainsFleece them from this frameAdorn your nagging simplicityWith far-fetched gloryWho cares what they teach of humblenessSo you stand thereWithout glamourWhere else can you reach but toBastard tactics
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