I'm sure about something,
not everything, and sure you are too
but why, i don't really get you?
You adjure me to do something,
I can't hardly swallow, you know
but why, i don't really get you?
You objurgate when I confabulate with a man,
I think his just a friend and i'm sure there's no beyond,
i already told you
but why, i don't get you?
That is why most of the time I made myself invisible
I ensconce in the dark and at times I made a sylvan escape
To appear phlegmatic,
but why, i don't get you?
For until now, you don't get me
how much I stay away from you
you don't comprehend,
you have a pyrrhic understanding.
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