Love
Bringing a bit of passion to the streets. Time for a word from Paul Simon.
Cool me
Cool my fever high
Hold me when I cry
I need it so much
Makes you want to get down and crawl like a beggar
For its touch
And all the while, it's free as air
Like plants, the medicine is everywhere
Love
Love
Love
We crave it so badly
Makes you want to laugh out loud when you receive it
And gobble it like candy
We think it's easy
Sometimes it's easy
But it's not easy
You're going to break down and cry
We're not important
We should be grateful
And if you're wondering why, why
Love
Love
Love
The price that we pay
When evil walks the planet
And love is crushed like clay
The master races, the chosen peoples
The burning temples, the weeping cathedrals
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