100 lyrics for "They don't love you"

Merry, merry, merry go round I don’t want to see you down I don’t want to see you frown Merry go round Bobby and his girl would wake up every summer day This boy and girl had nothing, they were runaways So in love that now all they wanted was pain and so
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You can't buy love, but you can make it You can't make sunshine, but you can make love When life gives you lemons They pour down from the heavens This is what you've got to do Make some lemonade Drink it in the shade Don't let a bad day get to you You
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But I do, I do They say I don't really need your love Give you all of me, I'II never leave Ways that we could stay between the sheets Oh, but they can't see what you do to me Doesn't really matter what they say And they don't think you don't give enough
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Sky, so vast is the sky With far away clouds just wandering by Where do they go? Oh I don't know, don't know Wind that speaks to the leaves, telling Stories that no one believes Stories of love belong to you and me Oh Dindi if I only had words I would
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Don't panic, don't panic We just getting started nigga don't panic Shawty fell in love with a hustler Man I took her from a buster Niggas keep talkin' like they know something I slide on your bitch like she hol' something Real niggas getting cake Watch
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If you give me what I want I'll give it to you right back What we came for They don't got it like that where you from I will, I will, I will Never forget the thrill I asked her can I have your number Looks like blue must be your color Love the way you
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They don't fall in love for They don't fall in love for that It's all for you Tell me, do you think I'm being sentimental 'cause All this time I've been tryna work out what it was That brought me close to you, wish I could feel it now Baby I'm not the
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They don't wanna see it happen But we say, "Fuck it" One way or another I'mma love you Slidin' under covers, undercover You know they don't wanna see us together But it don't matter, no, 'cause I got you Anytime you're under the weather Babe, we can
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That's the beauty of a secret You know you're supposed to keep it But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange But I don't have to
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Still in love with you Baby it's you I know I've been lying to myself You and I were over long ago Don't know why my heart's the last to know I don't wanna believe it But what can I do Visions haunt my memory They hold on, hold on desperately
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