I'm made up of instincts.
None of which are too keen.
But I get by with these high cheekbones, little faint in people or a higher being.
I'm a man with desires.
If I told you any different I'd be a liar.
As hard as I've tried I've found I can't deny myself those things that I want.
I'm convinced after your performance that this world is too big for us
and our stupid instincts and our stupid desires.
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