Feels like December but it's May
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I've gone as pale as Doris Day
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The blue sky's torn assunder
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by clouds that warn of thunder
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Is this what they used to call love?
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Your face surrounds me everywhere
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like a kaleidoscope's nightmare
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This outpouring of emotion
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is boring as an ocean
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Is this what they used to call love?
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Well it musn't be
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the chicken pox
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I've never met a chicken
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but whenever I
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get near you dear
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my heart starts to sicken
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In the 9th circle of this hell
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my heart is burning and unwell
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what demons like within it
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I'll die in one more minute
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Is this what they used to call love?
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Is this what they used to call love?
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Is This What They Used To Call Love
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| The Magnetic Fields |
