stepping stone
you used to call me up from time to time
and it would be so hard for me not to cross the line.
the words of love lay on my lips just like a curse
and I knew, oh yes, I knew they'd only make it worse.
and now you have the nerve to play along,
just like the maestro beats in your song.
you get your kicks from playing me
and the less you give the more I want so foolishly
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