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Poetry

idle hand.

i cut a hole in a magazine
saw your picture in a movie screen
went to hell in your name
found out i’d never be the same

can’t decide if you’re in this
or hide
went an hour than i tried
to confide
i love you
my love
i love you
my love
i love you.

strange pictures line my hotel bed
found out you weren’t who you said
bound myself to a man with no name
found out i’d never be the same

i love you
my love
i love you
my love
i love you.

can’t decide if you’re in this
or hide
went an hour than i tried
to confide
i love you
my love
i love you
my love
i love you.

you said you weren’t my man
then i fell asleep in an idle hand.

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