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My Love Don't Fix It
Don't you dare think of me
As just a strange girl behind a tree
Though I know your unkind
Please I beg let me unwind
The truth is I do not love
And yet you are the sweetest dove,
Of the flock. Now all I see is mutiny
Even though you can't get through to me
To fix the right and wrong
Now it won't be long
'Till judgment day
I wait for my soul to be at bay
Waiting for judgment day
