The thing that makes your eyes glitter
Isn't always gold dust
The
Baby, I was not the one
I guess you know that
Pick up your sheet and my sheet too
I don't need
Only love makes killing time so cruel
The hours come and
Once I get my heart back in my hand
I'll squeeze
Sometimes I love you
Sometimes I hate you
I know you struggle
Lovers leave their traces
Like jets across the sky
They find in
In the evening when you're blue
You will feel me walking
What is love for?
Does it wash good people ashore?
Does it
I loved to hurt you
Without you ever knowing
I could desert
What is love for
Does it wash good people ashore
Does it
Big Macs for the fat, lo-cal wraps for the call
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