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Tell Me


Tell me how to switch it off, this what I feel
The wanting of your kiss every morning
Tell me how to switch it off, this what I feel
The craving of your caress while dreaming
Tell me how to turn it off, this thing that is love

I don’t want to, love the way you smile, but I do
I don’t want to, love the way you feel, but I do
I don’t want to, love the way you as I do, but I do.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 07, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 07, 2014

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