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getting colder out & the neighbors soundly sleeping still the question how repeating psyche plagued with doubt folded hands devout & weeping puff of smoke to drown my dreaming could your hand on my chest put my demons to rest? could a new song slow my mind's scheming? & i know we just met am i over her yet? well the thought of your lips has me beaming i've got a love addiction damn right that'll be what kills me i've got a love addiction damn right that'll be what kills me i've gotta love what kills me is i've gotta love i've gotta love let your shoulders down feel the waves of doubt receding stolen pleasures cloud the ceiling these unspoken vows give the stoic mouth a reason kiss of summer every season put my hand on your chest count the beat of your breath let a new song grow from our healing & i know we don't get till forever & yet every passage of love is redeeming i've got a love addiction damn right that'll be what kills me i've got a love addiction damn right that'll be what kills me i've gotta love what thrills me is i've gotta love i’ve gotta love i’ve gotta love what fills me is i’ve gotta love