| If you’d tell me it’s real
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| I can make an appeal
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| To the controlling fragile child
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| Let me speak. |
| He won’t make sense
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| Until we reach the consequence
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| It’s voluntary like your smile
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| As he quakes
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| Now I know
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| This must be love
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| Now I know
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| Now I know
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| This, this must be love
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| Now I know
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| This must be love
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| This must be love
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| Oh
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| When you dared me to feel
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| When I made that appeal
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| To the incorrigible child
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| You stuffed his mouth with dirty rags
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| And tied his head within a bag
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| Pitch black and silken like your smile
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| He’s silent…
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| Now I know
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| This must be love
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| Now I know (oh)
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| Now I know
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| This, this must be love
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| Now I know
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| Little drops upon my cuffs
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| (Little drops upon my cuffs)
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| Let me know this must be love
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| Red, red, drops upon my cuffs
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| (Red, red, drops upon my cuffs)
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| Let me know this must be love
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| Now I know this must be…
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| This must be love
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| Now I know
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| This must be love
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| Now I know (oh)
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| Now I know
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| This, this must be love
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| Now I know
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| This must be love
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| Little drops upon my cuffs
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| (Little drops upon my cuffs)
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| This must be love
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| Let me know this must be love
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| This must be love
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| Red, red, drops upon my cuffs
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| (Red, red, drops upon my cuffs)
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| This must be love
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| Let me know this must be love
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| Now I know this must be…
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| This must be love |