A demented love ballad in A.
Bryan Weber, Kyle Weber, Ian Sharkey, Terry Sharkey
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You say love
I say it ain’t enough
The argument’s illusory
And compels distrust
But who am I to disagree?
Maybe it’s love
Maybe we’re both diseased
Would one pound of flesh appease?
I give and I gave
And you remand me Judaic
It seems chaos is normalcy
When master becomes slave
Even love is treachery
Spun round and round and round
Maybe we’re both diseased
Would one pound of flesh appease?
Please
Please
Or is there no end to the fall?
Would one pound of flesh appease?
You say love, you say love, you say love
And I do too, to you
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