Hoarding turns allure to discontent Altruisms a grind all its own Morning makes you know your in a cell But love is just as pure as you both Because its reciprocal Its reciprocal Its reciprocal Its reciprocal When true love is metaphysical Venal desires we learn to beset You and me weve got a special thing But i want you to never forget Its reciprocal Its reciprocal Its reciprocal Its reciprocal Each bedtime I Stir with regret Guilty and vain Hoping for retribution Charitys immune from my demands I dont expect a thing from the weak But you my love are measured and compared Predisposed to my profane decree Its reciprocal Its reciprocal Its reciprocal Its reciprocal Its reciprocal!
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