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There's a word for everything we do
Dance, sing, crawl, escape.
The one word we can't escape
that binds us tight
and keeps us locked
is love, my friend, a friend you block
Every emotion we tend to feel
Is dragged back in and let loose again
The simple word "love" that is my friend
that stays with me
and fills with doubt
never lets go, never fades out
It's always there and by my side
My heart engaging in love's suicide
But I can't help wonder
every time love makes a move,
if I give my heart away,
does that mean I'm heartless, too?
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