| Consumed by the love
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| Or should I say lack there of
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| Such a shame, such a shame
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| Can never have too much but noone ever has enough
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| Such a shame, such a shame
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| Feel the rain on your face tears of the unloved and unblessed
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| If your eyes are untrained, then i’ll appear unharmed and unscathed
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| Claim to adore them but it’s a false assurance
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| Because he just ignore them as though they’re unimportant
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| Oh, this world is
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| It is so distorted
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| You can either join in or you can abort it
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| When you’re head’s in the clouds, don’t forget what makes the world go 'round
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| It’s love, It’s love
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| And when your feet leave the ground, don’t forget what makes the world go 'round
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| It’s love, It’s love
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| Give love compensation and please stop the hating
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| Gotten condemnation instead of being patient
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| But now I’m sick of waiting so before I fall from grace
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| And let my soul slip away and take refuge with satan
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| I gotta make this statement before I let him take it
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| I gotta make this statement before I let him break me
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| The spirit slips away as reality invades |
| Casualties they lay where I used keep my faith
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| I hope these rhymes will at least remind me
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| There was a time where I wasn’t blinded
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| The spirit slips away as reality invades
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| Casualties they lay where I used keep my faith
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| I hope these rhymes will at least remind me
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| There was a time where I wasn’t blinded
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| By the love
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| Or should I say lack there of
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| Such a shame, such a shame
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| Can never have too much but I never have enough
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| Such a shame, such a shame
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| Feel the rain on my face, tears of the unloved and unblessed
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| But my soul has been named so they appear unharmed and unscathed
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| Claim to adore them but it was false assurance
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| Cus now I just ignore them as though they’re unimportant
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| Oh, this world is
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| It is so distorted
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| Lost my hope in joining so you should just abort me
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| Cus my head’s in the clouds and I forgot what makes the world go 'round
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| Is it love? |
| Is is love?
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| I let my feet leave the ground, I don’t remember why the world goes 'round
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| Is it love? |
| Is it love? |
| Is it love?
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| Is it love? |