(close up of my pink deep lips singing)
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(Bridge) (edit delete)
(Verse)
Enemies of the heart
are as enemies of the art
of luv in summers green.
When I cannot be free by one man more than me.
What does that really mean?
You call again upon me today
to prove the strength you take away.
A reminder how I am caged.
Who was it then
that taught you to defend
our luv so strong as ours?
Give me her name and I'll settle this thing
and go hours gladly upon about flowers.
I am stolen
my heart is bro row kiN.
I am STOLEN.
My Heart is BRO ROW KIN.
I pick up the pieces
and fall to pieces
how can I be taken in? what the heck?
Am I still naive or still the same?
Which ever the problem is.
I am stolen,
my heart is broken.
I am stolen,
my heart is bro row ken.
I AM STOLEN
I am stolen,
my heart is bro row ken.
I am stolen,
my heart is bro row ken.
I am stolen,
my heart is bro row ken.
I am stolen,
my heart is bro row ken.
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