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The eyes have it Sometime when I turn to her her eyes do not belong to me, Just like sometimes when we pushed ourselves together your eyes did not belong to me, Or sometimes when we rock our hips together my eyes do not belong to her, I know what it means, The eyes have it, The eyes always have it, It breaks my heart, Just like the first time I turned to you and your eyes did not belong to me, I knew what it meant, though I denied it, But I was not proved wrong now, was I love? The eyes have it, The eyes always have it, And I know what it means.
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