Hey Mr. Love I've been singing and still
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There's a hole in my heart only a man can fill
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But he's had a blistered love and we're sharing a bed
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But he's not in a state to be readily left in my hands
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In my hands, in my hands, in my hands
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Hey love, live it up
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Cuz I'm getting closer
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And I want love, give it up
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This poetry and prose and words are not enough
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Cuz you're more than melody to me...I think
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So morning come and I'm nervously clad
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In these sheets not my own and these hands where they don't belong
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And I'm all but a victim in my prison head
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I should run for my gun but I'm lying instead in your hands
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In your hands, in your hands, in your hands
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And you say hey love, live it up
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Cuz I'm getting closer
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And I want love, give it up
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This poetry and prose and words are not enough
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Cuz you're more than melody to me...I think
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And holding out our hands before us
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All the world will love and whore us
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My heart, oh Lord, is in your hands
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In your hands, in my hands
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In your hands in my hands
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In my hands, in my hands
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In my hands, in my hands, in my...
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Ooohhhh, yeah
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Hey Mr. Love, I'm too tired to sing but he is more than melody to me
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More Than Melody
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| Anna Nalick |
