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I don’t know anymore… There’s so much love in store I don’t think straight no more You’re the one I adore… I don’t know anymore… In my heart, I swore… You’d never hurt me, but what for? You kept score on me — I don’t want what’s on the floor I am a shimmering shore I am a river stone all the more I’ll let my eyes pour Forth water as I see you shut the door Your eyes are a corridor My lies lie awake like a tourist, going through a tour I am a lion’s roar…but what for? What for? My love for you is a war My wings are sore as I soar All the more, all the more You tore up a love in store Torn up and forlorn — you tore Your way inside me, but you’re — You’re my love boat, left ashore My rain will surely pour… As I left you my sword of gore Explore… Implore… Your way out of here or… I don’t mean to be a bore I am not a phone ring to ignore I just want you back here some more But what for? What for? I’m but a snore… Not your frosted, roasted s’more I wore my welcome thin — I swore I don’t know anymore, But I know you to the core
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