Thought I was over you
Thought I made it clear
To myself
But someting good
Must be coming
If I'm still falling for you
Over and over again
They tell me
To get over you
Or is that just for their own good
They must be caught
In one of your many
Love spells
Why am I still
Stuck in your transe
When I thought
That I had made up my mind
That I wasn't going to continue
This love spell anymore
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