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I sold my soul to a traveling caravan 
And there my heart did play.

Sitting in a harp 
Waiting for a trap 
To make love fall its way.

Love is a word 
Which sparks these hurts 
From this fallen day.

I wish 
I had something 
To make love fall this way

Love is sticky, for we all know it true
Some days you just have to sit back,
And wait for love to find you.
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