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Air Supply Speaking Of Love

made of Hold me in your arms Tell me are we speaking of love Don't leave me now, I've come so far To hear your voice, speak from your heart I hear you

made of Hold me in your arms Tell me are we speaking of love Don't leave me now, I've come so far To hear your voice, speak from your heart I hear you

made of Hold me in your arms Tell me are we speaking of love Don't leave me now, I've come so far To hear your voice, speak from your heart I hear you

When you first found love Was it all that you had wanted For a thousand lonely years Was the memory so sweet Now your scented touch Brings me back to

nursery rhyme and firelight My love is a metamorphosis reason Cold logic, intuitively speaking My love is syncopated, spoon-fed, ignorant, well-read My love is singular, my love

on baby please We can go at any pace all it takes is for you to embrace my love it's okay I will supply with everything you need And my love is oh so

nursery rhyme And firelight My love is a metamorphosis Reason cold logic Intuitively speaking My love is syncopated Spoon-fed ignorant Well-read My love is singular My love

this niga Me and Ja Rule fuckin you hoe's is what these guys do Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you supply you with ten bitches

something to say. People listened to us. Where has our sway gone now? We have to be careful not to peril our link to Pontius. He is the one who supplies