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He may not be the one she wants, but he's the one she needsThe one who loves the flavor of the very brain he feedsThe sole reminder of a time when words outnumbered deedsHe's never one for having fun when he's got blood to bleedAnd it's all a lieThere's no wonder whySo he sings the painThat he can't containUntil the well runs dryHe may not be the one she takes, but he's the one who givesShe's never known a single soul more generous than hisThe gift of time preserved in rhyme, that's all his passion isWhen will she see that plurally is how he wants to live?And it's all a lieThere's no knot to tieSo he steals awayAnd ties it anywayUntil the well runs dryHe may not be the one she likes, but he's the one she lovesHis memory tugs tenderly at her from up aboveAnd in the end he knows he'll win, but what's he winner of?Her sweet caress means so much less than all her gentle shovesAnd it's all a lieThat I can't denySo I sing the painThat I can't containUntil the well runs dryUntil the well runs dry