the other
<>you are the other man
and you're in love
and you're alone
the fault is your own
you saw her face
but didn't count on the comforts
within her embrace
and now your holidays
are hollow days
spent in mysterious ways
the symmetry of misery
has a place at the stake
it is raw and it is eerily
meant to keep you awake
you are the other man
you are the other man
and now your holidays
are hollow days
stained in grainy grays
the casualties are casually
kept out of the sun
because simply and eventually
all colors will run
now your holidays
are hollow days
drenched in darkest play
you are the other man
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