A restless eye across a weary room
A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin
The music played and played as we whirled without end
No hint, no word her honour to defend
I will, I will she sighed to my request
And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test
Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire, I lead the way to the funeral pyre
And without a thought of the consequence, I gave into my decadence
One slip, and down the hole we fall
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A momentary lapse of reason, that binds a life for life
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Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
Or was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?
The moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown
The year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone
One slip, and down the hole we fall.
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A momentary lapse of reason, that binds life to a life
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