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Paroles: Bros. Too Much.

My head is sore I'm a tortured man
Am I encase in this devils plan
I'm in pain I've been rearranged
My conception of love is new
Why am I running running away
From everything that I wanted to do

Too much love and I don?t wanna lose it
Don?t wanna be lonely like before
All that I wanna do
Is be madly in love with you, you, you

Escape escape from this ticker tape
God I'm underground
A circle?s been drawn it?s a lonely dawn
Should I pencil in this emptiness
The lesson I've learnt is
Don?t run from it so go with it

Too much love and I don?t wanna lose it
Don?t wanna be lonely like before
All that I wanna do
Is be madly in love with you, you, you