Terry Moore Biography

My shallow and hating heart burns again
You want me to act with you as if we were friends
I only know of one unconditional love
I hold everything to force myself not to shove
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The night rolls in from the east
The street lamps exude the heat
On this dark December night
The frost begins to bite
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Lights are out in my house
They might as well be in my head
In this corner with your blouse
Crying with it in my hand
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I get lost in your eyes
With your sultry guise
Hiding the inside, your true beauty
Sometimes I wish that you are with me
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The tension is unbearable, my love is unchangeable
Next to her, there is no other girl
Why do I love the unloveable?
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