The trouble with love is
Every time I turn around I think I've got it all figured out.
My heart keeps calling and I keep on falling over and over again.
The sad story always ends the same; me standing in the pouring rain.
It seems no matter what I do, it tears my heart in two.
My heart keeps calling and I keep on falling over and over again.
The sad story always ends the same; me standing in the pouring rain.
It seems no matter what I do, it tears my heart in two.
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