| A.A.A. |
| Wanted love
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| Possibly total
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| I am willing to give away
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| Part of my soul
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| Who can please me
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| You don't read my heart
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| Your answer is not valid
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| You don't have to be offended though
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| I feel full of you
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| And I decided that
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| I ... will love you
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| Outside yes, but inside no
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| And I make up the face of my soul
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| Like a clown to have some fun
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| Come on boy you will make it
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| To take pity on me more
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| I can offer you a dose of love, if you want
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| For at least an hour he pulls you up
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| And the more I hate you and love you
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| And the more I feel you away
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| But you really are strong
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| To teach me the part, to act
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| I love you and I hate you a little less
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| And my mind goes away
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| I'm realizing it gives way
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| To this dirty poem ...
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| A.A.A. |
| Wanted love
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| I need it in order not to die
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| I have an address to give
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| It should stop
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| At the terminus of the heart
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| Something irrational
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| With anger mixed with modesty
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| So leave me alone
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| Even if you know how to do it
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| I have decided that
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| I ... will love you
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| Outside yes, but inside no
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| And I make up the face of my soul
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| Like a clown to have some fun
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| How wonderful if you say now
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| That I tempt you even more
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| I have another dose of love, if you want
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| This time, I too stand up ...
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| And the more I hate you and love you
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| And the closer I feel you
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| And you really are strong
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| To teach me the part, to act
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| I love you and I hate you less and less
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| My tomorrow is already yesterday
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| I throw away the desires
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| To run away
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| It is written on the walls of my soul
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| Your dirty poetry remains ... |