It’s a human sign when things go wrong, when the scent of her lingers, and temptation’s strong.
Into the boundary, of each married man, sweet deceipt comes a callin’ and negativity lands.
Cold, cold heart, hard done by you, some things look better, baby, just passin’ through.
And it’s no sacrifice, just a simple word, it’s two hearts living in two separate worlds.
But it’s no sacrifice…it’s…at all…
…Mutual misunderstanding after the fact, sensitivity builds a prison in the final act.
We lose direction, no stone unterned, no tears to damn you when jealousy burns…


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