On the spur-of-th-moment
I realized that I really fell for you.
And my heart is congested by tumult.
In me soul there's riot of true.
I can't curb my overly craving,
I can't move on to pastures new.
And I mighty afraid of betraying
My sincere commitment for you.
On the spur-of-th-moment
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