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OUR LOVE
WORDS & MUSIC: Earl P. Reinhalter
I. worn out from the battle of the sexes
and holding a grudge as big as Texas,
my love, my love, my love, my love,
come rest your head and stop your weeping.
our love, our love, our love, our love
isn't dead, it's only sleeping.
II. is it sleeping or six feet under?
black lightning and silent thunder?
my love, my love, my love, my love,
are we wed or split asunder?
our love, our love, our love, our love
isn't dead, but then I wonder.
III. (instrumental)
my love, my love, my love, my love,
your smoking bed is only steaming.
our love, our love, our love, our love
isn't dead, it's only dreaming.
IV. until we're on the same page,
until we're both the same age,
until there's a flame and we can fan it,
until we're on the same planet . . .
my love, my love, my love, my love,
come rest your head and stop your weeping.
our love, our love, our love, our love
isn't dead, it's only sleeping.
© Copyright 2008 Earl P. Reinhalter. All Rights Reserved.
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