Preferred Band/Artist: The Soil
I've been where it goes
And I've seen what it does
This what you give, this isn't love.
I've been kissed by it,
touched and caressed by it,
this what you give this isn't love.
It's starred me in the eyes and read my thoughts,
I've felt its hand in my mine.
This what you give this isn't love.
You that stranger in the dark,
a man I now fear ,
A man I don't know.
A man whose love I miss.
All that you give, it's just isn't love
I've been kissed by it,
Held and caressed by it
This who we are this isn't love
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