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My love, my love, my love, my loveMy words, my words, my words, my slursMy words are troubleIf I see a coupleI'd be happy to break 'em up on the doublePut on your muzzleI can't keep it subtleThese feelings are bound to bailWill I see the day my errors go?Will she seem the same if I'm ever here for good?My love, my love, my love, my loveMy words, my words, my words, my slursI call her my loveBut it's really a lust'cause I'm starting to see her plenty at duskI'm losing my motionsI need her for patienceThese feelings seem to wanna stayWill I see the day my errors go?Will she seem the same if I'm ever here for good? From Letras Mania