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Oct 2019
When I fall out of love with my soul mate  
Put me six feet under, somewhere hard to locate  
For, we were only sixteen, when we both said, I do  
From that day forward, I felt that I knew  
But the days became months, then a few years  
Boredom required a change, but that ended in tears  
 
Turn me into the color blue  
But don’t leave them a clue  
Find yourself another friend  
Maybe it won’t end  
Treat them so well  
I’ll see you in hell  
 
Married for love, released a white peace dove  
Harmony and joy, never ever to be destroyed  
Let in some jealousy, might’ve got a bit paranoid  
Tapping phones, paying detectives, what have I become  
Partner found out, called me ****, totally bad outcome  
Now left me alone, won’t return calls, no longer in love  
 
Turn me into the color blue  
But don’t leave them a clue  
Find yourself another friend  
Maybe it won’t end  
Treat them so well  
I’ll see you in hell.
Written by
Mark
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