663. Real Love / The Weight of the World

My head’s been full,
of this useless information.
A little hard luck from when I was young and dumb,
But my hands don’t know, they still haven’t learned,
to shake like they should.
If my memory lives, it’s gonna live on alone.

The American Princes, Real Love

I don’t care about real love,
I just want a world that can bear it’s own weight.

Love never fails.

But where there are prophecies,

they will cease;

where there are tongues,

they will be stilled;

where there is knowledge, it will pass away. … And now these three remain:

faith,

hope and

love.

But the greatest of these is

love.

— 1 Corinthians 13:13

Love Sick, Wasted Year

Every day,
Another dead end situation.
A little hard work never killed anyone.
But my heart doesn’t know,
It still hasn’t learned to break like it should,
If I’m gonna lay down, I’m gonna lay down alone.

I don’t care about real love.
I just want a world that can bear it’s own weight.

I know…it’s all been done.
Cold feet so far.
But I know what I want.

I don’t care about real love,
I just want a world that can bear it’s own weight.

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