This Love Somedays I just don't get it. How come people are so mean? How come their dirty looks are cutting at the seam. How come it always makes me feel a shade of blue? And hope the reasons they don't like me aren't even true. How come I can't get you outa my head?even though our love is clearly dead? And how come I can't go to sleep, when instead of counting our love, I'm counting sheep.
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