My love sits like a curse
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Voodoo from the past
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I know that' I'm not a fool
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Tied here to the mast
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And every single day
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Tight around my heart
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No hope of cutting loose
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Then he sings to me
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So soft and sweet
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Calumny calumny
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Oh sweet calumny
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I'm teased so by my love
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Won't you let me rest in peace
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His wheels go spinning round
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A hundred miles at least
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Torn, the petals drop
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He picks them one by one
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Testing out our love
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By proving that it's gone
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Then he sings to me
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So soft and sweet
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Calumny calumny
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Oh sweet calumny
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Calumny calumny
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Oh sweet calumny
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Then he sings to me
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So soft and sweet
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Calumny calumny
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Oh sweet calumny
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Calumny calumny
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Oh sweet calumny
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Calumny calumny
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Oh sweet calumny
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Calumny
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Christine McVie |