You aren't telling me why,
Affection is so important;
I'll just look around and try,
Not to get there stranded.
Close your eyes and feel good,
In this affair business;
For these are all different routes,
Ever so eager and fresh.
You aren't telling me all,
When it comes to sweet love;
We all have to find it out and fall,
Like a wing broken dove.
It is the love of the ages,
That the future is build on;
All hatred and out rages,
Are there nobody's songs.
We aren't telling a lie,
When we clearly don't know,
Just through errors and try,
How our feelings then go.
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