Lletres: Heartbreak Club. My Headache.

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Love is a thing
An invisible thing
That is real in the arms of a lover
And in the next verse I’ll elaborate more
For now, how I will yearn

Now to that thing
That invisible thing
That is real in the hearts of all lovers

I tell you I’m on the search for something more
I can’t find the reasons, the cure nor the cause
I’ve made some mistakes and I’ll make them again

But I believe we’d make love like the weather
Sometimes we’d be rough, sometimes calm
At first I’m a skeptic but can be believer if nobody
Makes love like we do.
Oh what a ruse.