I hate how now I know

Why it's always us,

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Who needs the touch,

Who craves the love.

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I hate how men always

Say, they don't get it.

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The need to hold on

And ride through the waves.

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Not the sensual pull

Of the night before, but of

The waves the morning after.

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The night can last

Forever, or never come

Back again.

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But the morning later,

It's all painfully clear.

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I let him in and let

Him go.