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Mr. Superlove lyrics
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The storm was blowing from the South
The blood was running from your mouth
Glass was shattered on the floor
A hundred pieces maybe more
I remember you were crying
Just befoere you sent it flying
Silent sounding pounding on my floor
You may not believe me, baby, when I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
You may not believe me, baby, when I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
Falling out (falling out)
Falling out (falling out)
Falling out (falling out)
We had a falling-out
Clothes were lying on the chair
Your face was hidden by your hair
All that I could think of then was
What it must have felt like when you
Were lying naked headlong down the stairs
You may not believe me, baby, when I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
You may not believe me, baby, when I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
You may not believe me, baby, when I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
You may not believe me, baby, when I tell you that I am Mr. Superlove
Falling out (falling out)
Falling out (falling out)
Falling out (falling out)
We had a falling-out
Part of these releases
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- Track 2 on What Jail Is Like
- 1 What Jail Is Like
- 3 Dark End of the Street
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- Track 4 on Debonair / Gentlemen
- 3 The Dark End of the Street
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- Track 2 on Now We Can Begin
- 1 Tonight
- 3 Dark End of the Street
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- Track 13 on Gentlemen at 21 Disc 2
- 12 Ready
- 14 The Dark End of the Street
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