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The curse of true love

is that it never goes away

You tell me that you miss me,

Boy I don't know what to say.

Summer time arguments,

150 degree's

Sitting in our living room

The fan spinning above me

Kissing on our brand new couch

Trying to keep all the insects out

We were so happy

I never had a doubt

Even when we'd scream

And even when we'd shout.

I remember night of-

Drinking whisky

Making love in our kitchen

laughing until my stomach ached

How did all those good times 

Just simply turn into hate