Morning paper dirt

Oh my love, oh my love
It happens every third year
that I find someone to love like you,
oh yes like you
But I know it won´t work out well
How do I know?
I just know.

Oh my love, oh my love, oh my love
It happens everytime I call you my love,
you say "please don´t call me that"
But why shouldn´t I,
when I know that it will be another three years
before I can say it and mean it again.

Laakso – Oh My Love


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