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I got that feeling you are not love me anymore
Your kisses are as hot and cold as before
Where the reflection of San Francisco’s pier
Brings nothing to you such illusion of lightsome
I fear soon it would be over upon the warm I keep.

Courtville’s home might split in half
The cars might follow the shame
And a court battle has just begun.
Oh, God, believe me! I’m going to fight to death
To give domestic life another paramount twist,
Scream if it’s necessary but my little boy isn’t going
With her.

You blame me for all and for what it is no there
Like the time I write and make you within my limits
Nothing I could do to change color and vain
But my little boy, the one you have given to me
From the last autumn isn’t going to live with that ugly bull of yours.

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