Love is a word,
you put in a song.
You say it too often,
you get it all wrong.
Love is a mess,
a wrinkled up dress.
A heart on the sleve,
a need to believe.
Misused and confused,
and overly abused.
Love is a power,
a delicate flower.
you put in a song.
You say it too often,
you get it all wrong.
Love is a mess,
a wrinkled up dress.
A heart on the sleve,
a need to believe.
Misused and confused,
and overly abused.
Love is a power,
a delicate flower.
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