In the womb a cord provides food
The closest you'll be to another
But existing in loved solitude
In love I am also alone but connected
Attached of my choice to my bride
Still there's a feeling of seclusion
Even though she lays here by my side
Online it could never be truer
Your connected like no way before
And still there's a sense aloneness
That's what happens when you get up at four.
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