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It's unfortunate that when we feel a stone
We can roll ourselves over when we're uncomfortable
Oh well, the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning in his grip
Love is like a sin, my love
For the one that feels it the most
Look at her with her smile like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you again
No! No! No!
Or she will love you
Or she won't love you
But what can you do?
No!
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's unfortunate
It's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's unfortunate
It's unfortunate that when we feel the storm
We can roll ourselves over when we're uncomfortable
Oh well, the devil makes us sin
But we like it when we're spinning in his grip
Don't tell you love me
If you don't love me
Don't say you need me
No!
Love is like a sin, my love
For the one that feels it the most
Look at her with her smile like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you again
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's un-it's unfortunate
It's unfortunate
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