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This Must Be Love - The 88
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This Must Be Love The 88

This Must Be Love - The 88
I'm gonna take this heart
I'm tired of leavin' it
Your kind of love has gotta poor boy believin'
When I call your name
Oh, all you do is run

Ah, but then you whisper in my ear
And all those things just disappear

Take these eyes
I do not need 'em
I hear him talking, girl and I don't want to see him
He puts you down
And smells like alcohol

If you're so impressed with what you found
Then how come you look so down

You can tell your mama, your daddy, your boyfriend too
That this must be love
Ah, honey this must be love

I give away my soul
I felt it growing
Look at my lines I'm gonna tell you that it's showing
And all the boys that you don't ever call
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