Sweet Misery

12h18 Sun,
07 February
2010
love, amel larrieux, sweet misery
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… and again music is soul.

I wish I didn't feel it
I know it just ain't right
But it seems to pop up in my head
Morning, noon, and night
I just can't release it
The memory of you
Mama never told me
Love would leave me so damn blue

1ove, melancholy.

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