My love cut you
More than you care to admit
There have been others,
but you still search for this
You hide from a good thing,
because you don't expect it
I pierced your amour
Direct hit
My love cut you
More than you care to admit
Your love cut me,
and if you are real patient
I'll show you where the scar is
Comparing myself to the others
Always thinking I am ill equipped
A love not known to me
Please tell me I can keep it
I'll hide in the background
Till our flame is once again lit
Your love cut me
You pierced my armour
Direct hit
If you are real patient
I'll show you where the scar is
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Frankie Martinelli
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