Morris Albert

A Kind Of Love

Morris Albert


When there is no forgiving in your eyes
When there is no smile upon your face
When there’s no meaning in your lips

I know this is just the kind of love
It’s just a foolish game we play
The game we are always losing

Love
That’s the kind of love

Love
That’s the kind of love

It’s just a foolish game we play
A game we are always losing

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