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I was trying, trying to get you into that mode.
You know, the mode where you like me.

You were trying, trying to get me to acknowledge.
Acknowledge that you were dangerous.

We were talking, talking about the time.
The time we talked on the telephone.

It was so different then, we didn't have to pretend
to be women and men, nothing had to depend
on a chance stray remark, "do you like Bach?"
Our love's fallen arc has quite lost its spark.

We were trying, trying to let it go.
Let it go the way all things eventually go.

You were talking, talking about the way.
The way you figured out our pattern.

And I was just thinking, thinking about how
How it isn't so.