54 - Charade
As we stroll down holding hands the last time I checked
Saw your shadow tying a noose around my neck
It's a drag to love someone against your wishes
Watch the days dying left me out cold as fishes
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Sworn to obey those who treat love as bait or trade
Thus born a charade disguised as wedding parade
Now you know why my heart is warm as an igloo
Arranged love fixed to be flushed gently down the loo
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