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"I kinda feel" The beginnings of arguments too often start off that way Well fuck how I feel It's a bad gauge of realness And I would like love where facts are in play Can you honestly confess that you remember me With all of the other lovers that you see? But oh my God, if I hold on, will I be one you keep? Oh, mercy me, when you hold me it's knee jerk You require that "no work is due" How can it be? Is there room in your home for a man that feels prone to fall through Can you honestly expect me to confess that we're a good fit Or I'm worth the work it takes But oh my God, if you hold on, You will find I'm glad you stayed From Letras Mania