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Return to Cups |
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They fell in and then they failed in love |
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Entwined in a dream then woke up with a shove |
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Outcomes are sketchy when marital reality is rife |
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With a choices like, forever pissed off or numbed by life |
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A long arduous trip to a trite destination |
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A hike through the bone yard of a marital skeleton |
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What should have only gasped a hot sweet torrid etude |
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Careened from a holy ceremony… to longevous platitude |
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Until she turned him into her own bitter half |
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And assumed the role of punch line for their marital gaffe |
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The day she bolted and fled from their white noise life |
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Shrugged the chain of complacency and emerged an ex-wife |
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She a vibrating rebel dodging “it takes two baby” stones |
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Vehemently rejecting all relationship bones |
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She still finds grace, fondness and love for her bitter half |
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He’s got the house, a younger girlfriend and a mordant laugh |
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In the whirled she flounders but lives life straight up to the wall |
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Prefers to have each new day slap her than feel nothing at all |
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