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I had been loved with someone with the troubled soul
Cares have been burned
When your bed of love's gone so cold Tried to give my love
But she only turned away
My love keeps glowing stronger
Don't know why I love her this way
So I went to see my dead mother
You're the light in my life
I asked about my baby
And Matthew won't give my wife
She says so I got years of experience
On beneath my bell
So maybe I'd be just better to go
And talk to your baby myself
She said Son, I am very sorry
Couldn't help myself today
You knew I still love you
'Guess love has to be this way
Son, I am really sorry
'Couldn't help myself tonight
The world is given a table of a fraud

So, I went to contact my dear mother
Over my bed was pale
'Cause I had some very unfortunate news
Luck or deal or die

No one seem to add
Or, my babys fault
Floods up into my car and I started to drive
To my baby's home
When inside of my sum up shoes
They were laid on the floor
When I up-standed to starting to knock
At my baby's door
Foot out and screaming in my motor
As I was going out of my head
Looked over and saw my mother
And my baby were laying in bed
And she said
Son, I am really sorry
'Couldn't help myself today
Junior, I still love you
'Guess love has to be this way

Son, I keep you sorry
'Could not help myself today
Junior, I still love you
Yet, love had to be this way

Huh...