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A Beecher's Brook is love A hurdle at which greater men have fallen She manipulates Steals my mind and hides it in her garden But now Only love can bring me down Somehow Somehow love must bring me down I've become the fan and the bellows Cupid masturbates Absent of all thought and all reason Shoots me in the back I think perhaps it must be shooting season But now Only love can bring me down Somehow Somehow love must bring me down I've become the fan and the bellows Not me Not me But now Only love can bring me down I've become the fan and the bellows Somehow love must bring me down I've becom the fan and the bellows From Letras Mania