I want to spread love to my friends,
I want to give it to my enemies
I simply have too much love
So much that sometimes it is damning me.
I think to myself sometimes
Is my love genuine?
If it's so much that it blinds me?
Does that mean it binds me?
My heart is heavy my soul is bold
If I am to be satisfied why am I still cold?
Deep in my dreams, there is only one thing
I'm begging good to bring it to me.
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