… 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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Sweet Misery
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this be the things going down as we speak (or sometime in a not so distant thingy magic)
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