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The storm was blowing from the South
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The blood was running from your mouth
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Glass was shattered on the floor
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A hundred pieces maybe more
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I remember you were crying
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Just befoere you sent it flying
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Silent sounding pounding on my floor
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You may not believe me, baby, when I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
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You may not believe me, baby, when I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
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Falling out (falling out)
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Falling out (falling out)
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Falling out (falling out)
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We had a falling-out
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Clothes were lying on the chair
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Your face was hidden by your hair
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All that I could think of then was
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What it must have felt like when you
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Were lying naked headlong down the stairs
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You may not believe me, baby, when I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
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You may not believe me, baby, when I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
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You may not believe me, baby, when I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
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You may not believe me, baby, when I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
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Falling out (falling out)
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Falling out (falling out)
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Falling out (falling out)
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We had a falling-out
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Mr. Superlove
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