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