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Love is a bliss
but be real, lets not forget
the opposite of it
like when you happy a second than you mad
spirals of headaches and grudges melted overyou had
you'll wait for her shift to be over or his blue collar to get dirty
washing his cloths and buying her cloths
and everything you hoping for is a accomplishment
and everything you hoping for is a accomplishment

waiting till the compromise is a settlement
praying for a better vision well settle in
remember we love in a minute to be lonely again
picking up moments of joy just to cuss the air
when they leave a lingering aroma
tilted to side affairs just hold on babe
it was only you for the moment
sipping on wine had me Heller bentn babe
sipping on wine had me Heller bent

see love is a pain in the butt
but seeking it is the best rollercoaster
spirals of headaches and grudges melted over
love is saying goodbye
knowing the last time is the last time
she or he ever opens the door
to see your eyes

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