Still stepping over me
Little, he needs
(Didn`t he? How hadn`t he?)
Little, you may need
And you know how sometimes
When your face gives right in to him
You`ve chosen your life for your man, yea
And look at your goals
Standing at his feet
(Didn`t he? How hadn`t he?)
Sometimes he flailed
But you`re glad he cares
But you`re glad he
And you died sometimes
When your face gives right in to him
You`ve chosen your life for your man, yea
For him? For yourself?
Futile, in love
(Didn`t he? How hadn`t he?)
Futile is this fever
And you died
Did I see dark lines?
So, what have you got now?
Futile, in love
(Didn`t he? How hadn`t he?)
Futile is this fever
The spirit of life fires me now (x3)
The spirit of life fires me
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