When I was a young child
Used to play some games
I'm much older now you see
It's all the same to me
Cloak my life in liquid shelter
Lay my cards on the table
If my hand is low,
No need for me to know
I'll play this round like all is fine
I'm sure it doesn't show
Comfort is familar, I know
Now she won't let me go
Feelings unfulfill her
She will not let me know
When he takes away your clothes
It's not the soul that shows
We can learn to disregard the time
But still the feeling grows

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