Baby, Baby,
I want to know,
Where did the purity of our hearts go?
I speak of a time when love was undone...
And anger had not been released before the setting of the sun.
Is this a sin?
Is this a sin?
Baby, Baby,
If I am blinded by agony before I clearly see,
And If I don't love you when you hate me,
Is it a sin?
Where have our hearts been?
Baby, Baby,
I want to know,
Where did the purity of our hearts go?
I speak of a time when love was undone...
And anger had not been released before the setting of the sun.
Is this a sin?
Is this a sin?
Baby, baby,
If I don't apologize in a way that is whole and pure,
And your resentment becomes a burden I must endure,
I wonder if this is a truly a sin
When we don't find the love that is deep within.
Is this a sin?
Is this a sin?
Baby, Baby,
Where did the purity of our hearts go?
I speak of a time when love was undone...
And anger had not been released before the setting of the sun.
Is this a sin?
Is this a sin?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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